In venturing to the lake shores I was met by a much busier, chaotic Puskar than the one I had remembered. Everyone was dressed up to the nines, holy men walked the streets in their droves parading their 6 legged cows, bells were ringing and the air was thick with smoke from burning incense and chillum pipes. It turns out today is ‘festival day’ in Pushkar. Unfortunately, I am none the wiser as to what is being celebrated. In investigating I was repeatedly informed ‘A festival madam’. I had a nice relaxing day filled with chai, aimless wanderings, shopping and a slow walk round the lake. I watched another spectacular sunset on one of the lake ghats with Anna and Teresa (the German girls from this morning’s rickshaw farce).
Dusk at Pushkar Lake.
Watching the sunset, Pushkar.
Some bus ticket buying hilarity ensued in which it took five men a million phone calls and 2 hours to book 3 bus tickets! The great Indian confusion continues!
Anna and Teresa in the shop of ticket buying confusion!
