Pushkar was an incredible assult on the senses - even by Indian standards. Insence and religious chanting from the temples, gawdy costume jewellery under spotlights, bright fabric hanging from every shopfront, fluroscent lights, camels covered in Hindu-bling. There were gurus with thier flowing white beards and facepaint, tourists with oversize cameras and flashbulbs and on top of all this the usual Indian assortment of beggars, sewage and touts.
Beyond the town hundreds of acres of camels, horses, cows and thier owners camped on the edge of the desert. All kicking up a massive dust-cloud which hung over the town trapping all its sounds and smells. I had two days to take it all in and I think that was quite enough. Today I'm on the edge of Rathenbon National Park, headed out tomorrow morning to see if I can spot some tigers. I've got two days here then headed for Agra - home of the Taj Mahal. From Agra I'm on my own, no more package tour. I'll be headed by train from thereto Varanassie.. From there I've booked a train to Goralkpur up near the border with Nepal for my sidetrip to Katmandu.
Greg
Rathenbon, Rhajistan, India
11 Nov 2008
PS: Please excuse my attempts at spelling Indian place names. I'm sure half of them are wrong.
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I love the idea of camels in 'hindu-bling' - will think of that when I see the south London bling on my way home tonight!
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