Well enough.

Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
Trip End Mar 29, 2010

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Flag of India  , Rajasthan,
Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Woke early before sunrise to climb the mountain.  The streets of Pushkar are amazing quiet at 6:30 in the morning, chai wallas are the first ones up, and the pedestrians are on their way to work. 
Most refreshing to see no white people on the road.  Walked a bit around the lake, or shall I say "pit" and made my way up to the temple mount.  The thousand stairs forced me to stop to let my heart rate subside, but this is no matter, the view was fantastic, the sun coming over the mountain, it's shadow just now reaching the white temples and ghats of Pushkar Pit, the desert stretched out on either side.  Just the sort of place to take one's pulse in a weakened condition to let the beats stretch out to a manageable pace enough to carry on up.
At the top lies of course, a shitty temple, hopefully for a not-so-shitty god, and hopefully, though I turned back before the devout made their morning pooja, I got a blessing.   All in all, the blessing is being able to breathe and experience, to love and to learn wherever one might be geographically.   I don't need no god to tell me that.
My sweet german woman who was for so long my next door neighbor has departed for goa by way of delhi, I made sure that the elderly lady was well taken care of, and carried her heavy bag to the bus stand, making sure she got off on time and in the right bus.  I will miss her morning smile and good nature.  Perhaps sometime I will get to visit her in Berlin with her old hippy pals.
The Silver Bullet is raring to go, but I must say my own intestinal fortitude is not fully up to the task as of yet.  I have discovered a proper weight room here in Pushkar and this afternoon plan to start with a good workout to bring these old bones back from the malaise that has been plaguing me for so long.  Working the body is the first way to work back to health.  I need to absorb nutrients, and what better way than to hang out with the pumping-iron Indian fellows also in need of some instant strength.
I will leave you now, as I feel a "brown alert" coming on, and must visit my all-too-familiar squat toilet.
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