I seem to be crossing Rajasthan in 5 hour bus rides. 5 hours from Jodhpur airport to Jaisalmer, 5 hours back, 5 hours from Jodhpur to Pushkar, and then it will be 5 hours to Bundi from here, and another 5 hours from Bundi to Jaipur if all goes well... Bundi is on my schedule because Lonely Planet called it "the quiet relaxing place to write that novel". I am not writing one yet, but I love the image.
So, this morning saw Mandore, the old Marwar (?) capital before Jodhpur, and then took the bus to Ajmer. Again, I was the only foreigner on the bus, and also almost the only woman, as usual. A five hour ride for 2 dollars or so. I lost my silk scarf in the rush of getting off, too bad.
From Ajmer to Pushkar I had to go on this crazy beat up old rusty bus that kept picking up more and more people until it felt like it could hardly move any longer. There was a woman standing in the leg space in front of my bench which I was sharing with two men and another man sitting on the sandsack which was crowding my feet, and people kept muttering about my suitcase taking up standing space and pointing to the roof...
Tomorrow I will have to go back on one of those buses to Ajmer to see the sufi grave. But before that I will go and see the only Brahma temple in the world, in Pushkar.
My hotel, called Inn Seventh Heaven, is a multi storeyed complicated but pretty looking structure. I am not sure how I am going to find my way back to my room, among all the stairs and bridges and hallways going up and down and over the roof...There is a list of rules at the reception, telling us that Pushkar is a holy city and therefore, no alcohol or drugs or meat are allowed here or anywhere, and we must not show cleavage, legs, shoulders...I will have to buy a new scarf, also need one for the Sufi grave. Actually I loved that scarf, such a simple way of creating a sense of safety and getting my own space. All the women wear part of their saree draped over their head, and sometimes cover their faces with it completely too, and they all look beautiful in their colourful sarees.
So, this morning saw Mandore, the old Marwar (?) capital before Jodhpur, and then took the bus to Ajmer. Again, I was the only foreigner on the bus, and also almost the only woman, as usual. A five hour ride for 2 dollars or so. I lost my silk scarf in the rush of getting off, too bad.
From Ajmer to Pushkar I had to go on this crazy beat up old rusty bus that kept picking up more and more people until it felt like it could hardly move any longer. There was a woman standing in the leg space in front of my bench which I was sharing with two men and another man sitting on the sandsack which was crowding my feet, and people kept muttering about my suitcase taking up standing space and pointing to the roof...
Tomorrow I will have to go back on one of those buses to Ajmer to see the sufi grave. But before that I will go and see the only Brahma temple in the world, in Pushkar.
My hotel, called Inn Seventh Heaven, is a multi storeyed complicated but pretty looking structure. I am not sure how I am going to find my way back to my room, among all the stairs and bridges and hallways going up and down and over the roof...There is a list of rules at the reception, telling us that Pushkar is a holy city and therefore, no alcohol or drugs or meat are allowed here or anywhere, and we must not show cleavage, legs, shoulders...I will have to buy a new scarf, also need one for the Sufi grave. Actually I loved that scarf, such a simple way of creating a sense of safety and getting my own space. All the women wear part of their saree draped over their head, and sometimes cover their faces with it completely too, and they all look beautiful in their colourful sarees.
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