Sun N Moon Pushkar

... who claim to have loved Jodhpur so in the end it all comes down to one's personal experiences in a given place.)<br><br>I left my hotel at 6 a.m. and in spite of the early hour I was able to find an auto-rickshaw to the train station. The ride to the station took only ten minutes at this time of day due to the lack of traffic. In the daytime it would have taken at least twice as long. On ...

... you could guess what was going on.<br><br>Am off to pushkar this morning, need some sanity back and am meeting an aussie chick who was staying here in jaipur as well so bring on the fun times in pushkar (a city which is strict vegetarian including no eggs, and no alcohol).

... then had dinner with the kiwi couple from the tour as we were the only ones left in Delhi and i wasnt getting bus until 8 as was leaving at 9 (or so i thought). I waited at the hotel for the car to take me to the bus stop for the travel company guy to turn up 15 mins late, only to lead me to the highway to flag down an autorickshaw to take me to his office to get the bus there, i of course have not been given a ticket, have ...

... people perform their religious rituals. Pushkar is also a very holy place and contains over 500 temples. At the ghats, people bathe themselves in the holy lake water, drink it and wash their clothes in it. Hindu culture is so different from ours, it's fascinating. We just sat on the steps, watching people do the strangest things.<br><br>That's that. We're leaving Puskar in 2 days for Jodhpur. I gotta run though because I have the runs.

... enigmatic answers. I try to be honest. I say that I don't really know. I know that I love him, that we have a window of time before it all falls apart to be together. And I want to be, right now, I want to live in the presence and **** the future and let what will be will be. Because all the planning in the world makes nothing sure,<br><br>"What do you want?" he was firing questions. We were lying on the bed in my hotel room, the fan churning the hot air into a dizzy hurricane. I'd ...

... in Amber town. This was a huge complex and very grand in its day. Amber Fort sat above the palace area and was started by M&#8217;a Man Singh (the Rajput commander of Akbar&#8217;s army in 1592). Apparently a goat used to be sacrificed at the small Kali temple every day from the 16th century until 1980 when the practice was finally outlawed!! I could have walked up to the fort itself and would have done, but a number of locals said there wasn&#8217;t much to see ...

... some cheap garments. We had falafel for lunch (the same as dinner last night) for 50rupees and are now wacked from the heat. Later we plan on visiting the Brahma temple and quite possibly a little more shopping. Tomorrow we venture west towards Agra, home to the Taj Mahal where we have one night before a two day train which will takes us towards Goa. Pictures on here soon!!

... managed the night with only one big spider with more hair then me (way more!) scare. I am very proud of the whole family as they made the best of things - especially mom!! This week's discussions with Vinod were meaningful as usual and one discussion that stuck was our talk on Heaven and Hell. When I asked him if he believed in Heaven and Hell he said "yes". He described heaven is to have children who grow up and respect you and the family and Hell ...

... wrong reason. Every Indian city has a fort, a palace, a tomb to be seen. But the truth is that India's magnetism stems from its people, its culture, its history and to some degree its dysfunctionality. At this moment Sash and I decided that we would travel for the experience rather than that great photo op. The Jaipur experience became admin, as we spent hours on the internet doing what we were supposed to do the day or week before but never got around to doing ...

... be blessing me or praying for me to have children that I fear I may come home with a child. After buying some new Indo-western threads(Ali Baba pants are all the rage) we simply hung out and ate lots of quasi western fusions/******* children of Italian classics. We also saw an amazing traditional tabla concert and avoided what seemed seemed to be the Pushkar mafia that would seedily apparate from nowhere promising excellent Bhang Lassi's. Next stop Shoppers heaven/ suicide Jaipur.