Still pushing.

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


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Amar guesthouse

Flag of India  , Rajasthan,
Monday, February 8, 2010

"tomorrow coming:" is the words I hear quite a lot.  As the front brake on the Silver Bullet is only working about 25%, I need a new drum on it.  Luckily I have about the best mechanic in the area working on it.  Unluckily, the parts he ordered from Delhi had to come in on the bus, and are being held by the authorities in Ajmer until such time as a proper baksheesh amount between the boss man and the police.  Such is the way of India.  "Importing tax," you know.

In other news, as I have been relaxing here(now reading Roald Dahl, having finished all the sherlock holmes stories), I have had time to recoup my health, and meet a  few other lone-wolf riders.  Also I have been bar-mitzvahed by a rabbi, been to a huge indian wedding, and worked out in a gym with a bunch of crazy stinky Indians, who began to take the piss out of me in hindi until they saw I can curl 40 kilos with ease.  Gotta earn respect you know.

My french friends are gone now, off to new destinations, I have some new neighbors now, and if all goes well, "tomorrow morning coming" will turn out to be finally the truth and my brakes will be fixed.  If not, I guess a few more days here will not be so bad after all.  It is a peaceful place, and old musty memories work their way out in dreams sometimes while you are asleep.  Perhaps it is because all the gods are in attendance here around the pit that once was and hopefully will be again soon.

There are so many goody-two-shoes Goras around here with slogans like "Let's keep Pushkar Green!"  and other such condescending bullshit slogans.  "We will start with the children and teach them not to throw their litter on the ground."  What they have no idea about is that this will put a number of people out of work whose specific job it is to walk around with a huge metal bowl, faces covered  who wander the streets picking up the cigarette butts, gutka and candy wrappers, and even dried cow dung.  What will become of these working people one can only guess.  Perhaps they will live in worse conditions than they do now (tents on the edge of town), or become beggars.  Probably they would make more money as beggars anyway.

India works in it's own India way, and western ways of doing things, things we take for granted, the way we think most people must think about things cannot be pasted over what is already an infinitely more ancient and complex culture than our own.  Hell, we were throwing rocks from slings by the time India had had huge dynasties grow and crumble.  It is nice to think that such "hippy-ish" ideas will take hold in such a country, but in my own humble opinion, it is best to accept, and change VERY slowly when the opportunity arises.  Accept it, and let it be what it is.  Only in this way can one appreciate the color of the society.

Take off your "western tinted" sunglasses, and see the world naked.
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Carolala on

Nice pictures! I love the blurry one of that boy! And it is great to get an impression of the wedding. What an efford in flowers and gold and decor and textiles...

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