pushkar

on the same day as monsoon palace we caught a bus (outfitted with hindu idols and elaborate glass light fittings) to ajmer, and then a somewhat overcrowded taxi to pushkar (population 15 000) in the rain. in pushkar (a holy brahman city), there is no meat, alcohol or public kissy kissy. or eggs. we quickly realised these were some of our favourite things, but still decided to stay two nights for a bit of a rest. unfortunately our rest was hindered by erratic cacophonic very very fast (perhaps in quadruple time) organ playing in the evenings.

in spite of this the city was beautiful and serene. the following picture is the view from the rooftop of our hotel. the next day we climbed the hill to the right, which puffed us out slightly - 230 m high, over an 800 m track length.

there is a temple on the top of the hill, where we reflected upon why we had purchased flowers at the bottom of the hill.

apparently they were for the monkeys.

in pushkar we also got ripped off by some 'priests' who sold us happiness and good life.