the night of 30 to 31 gave me a mind blowing experience NOUELLE. Since the beginning of my arrival in Pushkar means all day but at night, songs broadcast by loudspeakers. Following the advice of a photographer met here, I decided to visit one of these religious ceremonies that begin to 23h. There are nearly one every evening / night in a different temple. I found the sound that I came in dark alleys. Actually arrive at a temple. Stupor: a small group of men (women are also met), under a roof terrace, in the temple. Various musical instruments: accordion on the ground (kind of reed: the keyboard with his right hand, left hand for feeding the air), drums, tambourines and other rhythm instruments. Shortly after arriving, I warmly welcome. It made me sit on a good coverage, immediately following the chai ... The music starts: the group of a dozen men at the microphone singing songs, the music is broadcast by loudspeakers worthy of a room concert (I understand now why we hear them from afar) and I quickly ears buzzing! After singing, discussion about who to take next. Jesus a black, long hair, bright orange shirt (preview a few days earlier in his garden), also from the band for Bob Marley, is the "priest" of the band. It happens to the mic turn. Sometimes a man dances. We smoke to death and I was moved to the hash or Mary Jane at different times. The rhythms are boisterous, beautiful voices. Undecidable mixture of campfire (there is a charcoal fire in the middle with censers), rasta music and / or Africa ... except that it is a Hindu ceremony.
A drum is free, I try to follow the "drumeur" primary, but not too talented! I am overwhelmed by this music and I stay with them until the end, probably 2 or 3am. The ceremony ends with a distribution of candy and black jesus we pass the fingers over the face with a red pourdre. I then helps to bring all the equipment in the local "DJ", a block away. My merry band lit the smoke makes me then requests a photo shoot before the local "DJ". Big delirium ... !
I finish my night to walk in Pusjkar by night, I see the first arrivals of pilgrims at the lake, I avoid the dog howling again become masters of the night ...
After a nap, I spend a quiet afternoon.
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