We lazily made our way to just a couple of the five hundred temples in and around Pushkar. I think we were both so happy to be in a calmer city than all of the others we’ve visited in India that we reveled in being able to stroll through streets dodging cows and a handful of motorbikes instead of countless rickshaws and throngs of people. We hung out on the rooftop of our guesthouse. We walked around. We ate really good food. We even had a drink at the only bar in town. It was delightful. A much needed break from the madness…
Temples and shops. And children begging for money or chapati (Indian bread). And more temples. And more shops. This is Pushkar.
After picking up a few things, we went back to our room to do a little bit of work. I put on a little bit of makeup on to model a necklace I picked up for Zengerine. I kinda forgot what wearing makeup was like. Just a little bit of eyeliner and lipstick and I thought I looked like a ho! I wiped half of it off and walked out, handing my camera to Andrew.
“What did you do?” He asked in shock when he looked up. (Apparently I wasn’t the only one amused by the make up after three months without.)
We kept our balcony door open while we hung out in our room. Big mistake. We realized after an hour that an uncountable amount of mosquitoes were buzzing around the room. We left for dinner in hopes that they would somehow disperse. They didn’t. Armed with our flip flops, we hunted every last one of them down before we called it a night.
