Ripped Off, good karma?

Trip Start Sep 30, 2005

Trip End Sep 01, 2006

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Flag of India Pushkar, India
Monday, October 10, 2005

So on to Pushkar, the drives between cities really starting to take it's toll. i think we already mentioned the roads are like no other.i just read a satistic that 1500 people die in india on the raods every single day, sorry mum. we have been passed loads of turned over or pranged, crushed lorries. virtually every car, has some kind of war wound. there are basically no rules, apart from size matters. roundabouts, lights, junctions,no one stops unless there gonna lose the battle of the size, and sometimes that dosn't stop them. thousands of rickshaws,cyclists, mopeds, weaving in and out,horns at the ready. the amount of times we are going head on at a lorry, or a ped just swerves out from nowhere. we saw 3 lorries pass side by side the other day, i have no idea how, on a tiny blind bend in the moutains. no seat belts in the back! at times there have been only single lane roads, this is where size or shear ability to play chicken really comes into play. road works,hum, masses of roads where you can onl ygo 5mph, due to the pot holes, more pot holes, more pot holes, sudden speed bumps without warning, not to mention the goats,pigs,dog,cows (little buggars know there worshipped,already longing for beef)

Look at the faces on them!

. theres no way to fully explain. mental.

anyway on the way in to pushkar,stopped to feed monkeys out the window. stop for to long and you get loads of them just jumping up and down on top of the car. they take the bread straight from your hand. one cheeky like blighter grabbing one from one side, then going over the top to the other side, only when he went away and started digging into to his 5 slice wedge bread sandwhich did we relize we had been diddled.

anyway,pushkar itself is a very holy place, and no meat is served anywhere, or alcohol,so i'd already fallen out of love with it before i was scamed. there also lots of hippes there,and loads of iseralis, and italians. to be fair our driver told us not to take any flowers of anyone. we refused allot, then kate had her hand forced open, and the flower shoved in .we were then hearded,in a resigned kind of fasion to the water, where your bleased and stuff, saying a load of stuff about families and gods, by some very dodgy geezer. they split me (danny) from the other two, talk a load of stuff, and then the money talk starts, 1 squid for each member of your family, lala, i'm afraid some of you will just have to do without a blessing, still 400 rupees between us, and a little wrist band (pushkar passport)to show for it. seems much funner now than it did then, but all the talk for charity,and for the poor, which is not true, just seems really wrong. after a while you start to feel like you've got mug written on your head.lots of things just come with white man/ lady tax.

anyway, had wonderful chat and chai with a local man,who taught us 'cello' 'cello',go go, when you get hassled. watched another magnifcent sun set over the lake, and had some cheap food,all you can eat for a pound. we move on with new found resolve. could be worse, we could have been driving to work.

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