Pushkar
India 2017
Somewhere around 5 a.m., some musicians started walking along the neighboring street and playing the drums very loudly. It was good that they did it at some intervals, so we even managed to sleep quite well between their concerts.
We had breakfast in the little restaurant in our hotel located on the roof. There is a beautiful view from there. We ate real cooked oatmeal porridge. Even Volchyi ate it, which surprised me a lot.
Then we went for a walk. During the day it was so warm that I was wearing my short-sleeved top. We found a kite and tried to fly it, but it didn’t want to fly. We decided it was because it was a little torn and some important harmony probably got disrupted for the kite to fly.
Trying to launch a kite
Then we walked around the lake.
On the main street, we ate vegetarian shawarma (that’s what Volchyi called it) - cabbage, tomatoes, eggplants, and olives were wrapped in lavash, all of it was topped with yogurt sauce and fried on a large skillet - it turned out to be very tasty! As we later found out, eating meat is prohibited in Pushkar.
Main street in Pushkar, with this view we’re eating shawarma :)
Then we wandered through the streets, looking at clothes and souvenirs, houses, and people. There are truly very beautiful houses here - with carved doors and windows, painted walls, and wooden shutters.
Such buildings in Pushkar
And here is another one — it seems like a portal to another reality
We returned to the hotel. We thought we’d sit for a bit and then go for another walk, but somehow that didn’t quite happen, and we decided it was time to go for dinner when it was already completely dark, and the clock showed just after eight. Not that late, but not in India — we were surprised when we stepped out onto the busy little street near our hotel and saw not a soul. Only huge cows swaying as they walked through the night… All the shops were closed, and only a lone vendor was selling water, which we bought and went to have dinner at our hotel.
We thought we’d have a beer in honor of Volchy’s birthday, but it turned out that alcohol is forbidden in Pushkar, since it is considered a sacred city. When we asked about beer, the waiter’s eyes widened: “Beeeeer?? No-no-no….”
So we made do with delicious chapati flatbreads and Indian-style vegetable stew… Not so bad after all, especially considering that we ate all this on the rooftop with a view of the fireworks being set off somewhere very nearby.
