We took the bus "sleeper" in a huge bus station in Old Delhi yesterday evening around 22:30. Hallucinatory ... It felt like a port on the Harbor, tens, hundreds of buses, with huge cargo on the ground or being loaded ... in the fog of the night and the lights blaffardes, amazing ...
In the sleeper bus, meetings, pictures of children, occupants of other berths ... It is in this type of bus berths either "single" (1.40 m long) or "double" (sometimes a whole family!) Atmosphere ...
A friend of Flor, who is also one of its employees in India, joined us for the discovery of Pushkar.
illico Then I fall asleep again and when I wake up ... Fear!
the desert ... endless blue sky ... bright sun ... heat ... For me, Africa! After a change of bus, we arrived in Pushkar, a landmark mystics of Hinduism, says that there is Brahma himself who brings out the origins of the city from a lotus. Temples built around a lake (unfortunately dry at this time due to very poor monsoon last summer). Photos to follow ...
Town fantastic, mystical, super quiet ... Stark contrast to the apocalyptic "main basar". Here everything is clean, simple ... Within the walls of the mystical city, that the "veg", no alcohol and no eggs! One main street with charming little shops.
Flor took us a guest house ... height, facing the lake and mountains ... Breathtaking.
I upload pictures as soon as I can.
I was walking freely on a small plot in the early afternoon, I began to take pictures on my guard a bit stressed, not knowing if this is allowed or not. I ask around me. Suddenly, a man asked me to photograph, what I do in his shop and then, obviously very pleased, he asked me to take her son and then neighbor who is the store name, then the other side ... jubilant ...
After that, I start looking for my two companions. Along the way, and the only way, I'm joined by two adorable children (which I took pictures when we arrived), they offer me peanuts I bought them and we eat together, laughing. They tell me one or the other shops I need. On return, I offer a small chai in a tiny bistro overlooking the religious site, we joined their father is a day of a rare musical instrument and whose art passed from father to son (like gypsies). Photos ... a small project is being born with this meeting ...
end of the day, I take a break and calm absolute silence on the terrace of the guesthouse, facing the sun gradually declines ...
Then we'll eat "in town" on the roof acting as a very good restaurant overlooking the lake surrounded by lights.
Truly magical.
If you seek peace in India and if you could do without radically meat for a few days in Pushkar rvs! I had prints of Casablanca, africa, oasis ... all bathed in Hinduism, yellow flowers, incense sticks burning everywhere, saris of every color.
"Incredible India" - the slogan of the Ministry of Tourism.
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