Push, Push, Pushkar

Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
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Trip End Mar 29, 2010


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Amar guesthouse

Flag of India  , Rajasthan,
Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Perhaps all three or four of you have been wondering why I have been keeping radio silence these past days.  I am now in Pushkar, home of the lake which is not a lake, and monkeys that smile with black faces.
I will update and edit this text as the spirit moves me, but suffice it to say that through some confusion on the part of myself and one of the guesthouse staff, I have been thoroughly enjoying a nice healthy bout of Shiva's revenge, which I though I had conquered a couple of days ago, but has now returned once again to ravage my insides.  I fear to tread to far from the sanctity of my room, as "brown alert" comes on suddenly, and when nature calls, i must listen. 
Been doing quite a bit of walking around though, and pictures will follow along with a more complete accounting of my discoveries here in this peaceful place. 
I am itching a little bit to mount the Silver Bullet and ride out toward the deserts, but I can no more sit on a motorcycle for 8 or 10 hours than walk more than a kilometer from the Amar guesthouse (which by the way is comprised of rooms which open out onto a huge courtyard and garden, an ideal place in which to spend time reading, writing, or playing music, for which I seem to have acquired an informal fan-club, some people who sit on the temple roof next door in the evenings, listening
All in all not such a bad experience, and I come on holiday to relax, the motorcycle really being secondary, an interesting means of transportation rather than a necessary complusion.  It is difficult, this riding, and though I am looking forward to discovering new places, I am also quite content to wait out this illness in a peaceful place, surrounded by jasmine trees, cacti, and strange animals.  Oh, and also French people.  I have made a few friends there, though the French, much like the English, hardly ever learn another language than their own, so it has been a challenge to communicate from time to time.  Most of the time, however, we get each other's jokes and have had many laughs.
There is no beer here, nor any kind of animal food save for milk, curd, and cheese.  A bit like rehab after the crazy party that is Paharganj.  Also a welcome respite from the pollution and congestion of the bigger cities.  The air is fresh and comes off the desert, the days are a bit warm but not hot, and the nights are cool and ideal for sleeping. I can think of worse places to be stuck for a couple of weeks.

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Chako on

Greetings from Push-cart? haha ;)

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