23.03.2015 - 25.03.2015 30 °C
After the longest wait for breakfast (the typically Indian 5 minutes that are even double of the south American 5 minutes) took about an hour to get poached eggs on toast served…but at least the taste was worth the wait. Being full and rather lazy now we hopped on the bus to Pushkar. For the first Indian bus ride it really wasn t too bad and even our bags made the way up here…after the bride was payed obviously. Pushkar is pleasantly “quiet” compared to Jaipur and at least there s no Tucktucks to run you over (not having mentioned the Kamikaze Scooters that race through the narrow streets and only stop for a cow trotting over…it s probably the biggest sin ever to run over a holy cow!)). It s a shoppers paradise and any souvenir, jewellery or clothing you fancy is available. Still it s a lot less into your face and more layed back with a little Hippie like feeling. There s Bathing gaths around the lake and you can watch people having a holy bath and setting lights on the lake in the evening. There s a constant huming over the place which gives it a really different setting as it s so small the whole place has got some strange chilled feeling. Our hotel has an amazing view all over the lake and probably the dodgiest owner you can think of (if we didn t know better one yould think he s a pimp).Our first Thali went very well so far (Thali is like a veggie curry platter with roti and dips). We also did a little climb up to one of the temples around town and after an hour of so of whinging and Rob telling me to hurry up we eventually got a stunning view over all of the valley. It s a rather small and relaxed place compared to Jaipur and we re very happy to have escaped the crazy town that we started India and that was so hard to get used to for the start.