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Published: November 30th 2007
Puja letdown
Not lookin too pleased with my holinessWe last left off with yours truly leaving the Captain Jones Smitheringerton in Goa. Whether or not he felt I was ready for the seas ahead and whether or not I actually was were both not the point. The point was, I was flying the good times - Kingfisher Airlines - then taking a 4 hour bus from Jaipur to Pushkar to meet a french canadian, a german, a swede, and a hell of a lot of camels.
Upon arrival in Jaipur I was greeted with processions of decorated wild horses galloping down the streets, elephants and beautiful chandeliers that should adorn the ceilings of french castles but instead were atop sticks. I was all too flattered with the love and affection that the locals had for me. It was only later that I learned that the Maharaja of Rajasthan was getting married, and the processions were not for me. Selfish Raj.
I traveled to Pushkar in the usual way, listening to Neil Young with holy men, kicking Indians out of window seats only to steal aisle seats later on, and then arriving in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a phone number. Rajasthan being a desert, I
was immediately freezing and so I ran to the closest tire fire to wait out the hotel motorbike coming to pick me and my 35 kilos of baggage up.
Upon arrival at the guesthouse I was greeted, cheerfully at that, by Constance and Larissa (the Quebecois and the Frankfurter) as well as Rico, the Italian-swede (not suede, swede). And about 6 members of the Shiva Riders, a gang of western motorcyclists (think H.A. without the drug running)...but that's another story.
The rest of our days were spent doing what any hippie would do in Pushkar. Chillin out checkin out the camels, hagglin our butts off (helllllloooooooo brand new wardrobe!!!!), eatin street food (hellllllloooooooooo travellers diarrhea), and enjoying a Bhang lassi or two (helllllllloooooooo spiritual enlightenment).
Hhhhmmm, maybe you need a bhang lassi or two to fully appreciate that one...
Hhhhmmmm, other things to know about the fair....
- Camels spit, despite Rico's insistences he learned the hard way...immediately
- Sheep wool blankets are my life now
- Masala chai is my life now
- Indian men sometimes dress as women in order to dance on stage
- They do this poorly
- Bhang lassies should be renamed BANG! lassies
- 3 hours in a bangle shop is par for the course
- all products in India are 'high quality'
- believe it or not, Looking is no charge
- every shop owner is also my friend
- who needs to pay hundreds for dental care when a man on the street with some pliers will do it for a couple rupees?
- Monkies do not have to be of the sex variety to be crazy
- Puja (prayer) costs more than you think
After about 5 days we had enough of the above and decided it was time to head to Jaisalmer where we'd do what else, but a camel safari.
Onwards, wary travellers, onwards....
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Richard Hawkshaw
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Going Native
I can see that you have mixed in well with your hosts.... by the way which one is you in the pictures.. lmfao... I was so enjoying the episodes in Europe... however I am sure that you would have to enter a detox facility to survive it again... in passing I am sure that there are some most wanted pictures of you back in the European bars !!!!!!... awe to be young and stupid again... ROFL.. I so do miss those days of driving Dad crazy... then again I broke him in for you bro.... Dam Bro bring on the wild and crazy woman... and of course all the spirits you can handle