After a freezing overnight bus trip we disembarked at 4am in what we were told was Pushkar. The dark, empty streets gave no indication that this was a “mystical town around a holy lake”, as described in our guide book. As we got our bearings, and our bags, a smiling young man with a limp appeared and escorted us to our hotel. We were given blankets, shown to our room and left to enjoy the sleep our bus journey had denied us. We awoke late, opened the doors to our balcony and were greeted by a view of a mystical town around a holy lake, drenched in sunshine with a huge blue sky rising from the distant hills. The balcony became a prominent feature of our time in Pushkar, where booze, eggs and meat are frowned
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