The Golden Triangle, a photo log

I do hope you enjoy all these photos that log my journey from Delhi to Jaipur, out to Pushkar and onto Agra then to arrive back in Delhi to chill. It was a long long week with many hours spent on a rickety local bus squashed up against people Id rather not be squashed up against, but seeing as I almost got murdered when I tried to ride the train, or at least seriously screwed by some fake porter trying to rip me off and then most likely the officials for not having a proper ticket, before getting blessedly saved by a sweet young man who firstly declared himself to be a med student so that I would listen to him and not any of the other people who were hassling me, well the bus wasnt half bad! And I didnt have to deal with the disturbing but alluring hermaphrodite population who send shivers down my spine as they beg for their living, a rejected unrecognized people. But the journeys paid off as I got to meet a strange array of colourful characters who I would never have come across if I hadnt been alone. Like the Japanese lady who admired my skirt as I admired hers which ended in the most coincidental evening in Pushkar. I ended up with this girl, who had lived in miami and San Francisco and now in Bankok, quite crazy Japanese lady working on her second book on astrology and what not. Anyways we ended up both looking for the same cafe, which I would not have found without her and which she would not have looked for without me, and I had forogtten my wallet, which I never do! so she paid and came back to my palace with me where we just happened to run into this nutty Italian woman, who just happens to live in Trinidad... island woman! and who lives at the hotel half of the year running a school for gypsy girls with this very good looking brahmin guy from Pushkar. The Japanese girl was looking for the Italian woman, but had no idea how to find her except through some random shop owner she had met earlier that day, and well I was looking for some thing in Pushkar that wasnt a hokey tourist trap or something I would see back in santa cruz, and enter Deepu the handsome brahmin aura reader! Whoooo that was a mouthful! well, I hope it made sense. Or atleast gave a little peek into the random chaotic trip I had!

I love you all and hope that you enjoy the photos, and I am very sorry for those of you who have sloooowww computers but you better appreciate it because this took me FOREVER! Pushkar Peace and Love!

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