Pushkar 9th April 2006

I don’t know where the time goes to. I was chatting to the owner of the guesthouse this morning and he asked me how much longer I’m going to stay for. I told him (again) that I wasn’t sure, as I was enjoying chilling out by the lake and didn’t want to go back to experience the city again.

He’s off to Jodphur tomorrow morning for a month and a half and he asked me would I mind paying before he left. No problem, so I asked him how many days I owed him for and he told me that including tonight, eight nights! I can’t believe that I’ve been here for eight nights, I’ve done nothing, and I mean nothing in those eight days – and I’m loving it!

It’s so nice to have a room overlooking the holy lake and I can, and have, spent days just watching the comings and goings there. I wake up to music coming from people praying at the lake and I sit at sunset and listen to music coming from the lake. Bliss.

There is one, possibly two, cycle rickshaws in town! But there are loads of human rickshaws, which I thought were only in Kolkotta. Cycle rickshaws are bad enough when you’ve got some scrawny guy up front trying to cycle down the road with a big Westener in the back, but I refuse to be pulled up the street in a cart by some bloke who looks as though his last meal was a long time ago.