Another juddering bus journey bought us to Pushkar two days ago. It's a strange little place really, a holy pilgrimage town for the Hindu's, set around a small holy lake which you can't really get to unless you're going to say prayers. It's not a big town and sits in a basin surrounded on all sides by hills. We have clambered up a couple of them which have temples at the top of them and afford an ariel view of the town. the main street circles around the lake and is a bit like Camden market, alot of very 'ethnic' hippy clothes and stuff. The traveller crowd matches that vibe in a fairly druggy monged out way, and as such isn't the most appealing place we've visited.
Still it seems it's wedding season in Pushkar so we have been treated to numerous bridal processions throughout the day led by bands of musians usually a dodgy keyboard player being amplified and then a bunch of trumpeters and horn players and some drums. The woman all look absolutely stunning in all their most colourful sari's and stacks of jewellery. The actual bride and a couple of friends appear to have to carry some sort of pot on their head as they parade through the streets- no doubt this has some significance but I couldn't begin to guess. They parade round the streets for considerable amounts of time it seems we've constantly come across the same party in different parts of the town throughout the day. I conclude that however knackering a British wedding may be this is a whole different ball game. Wandering the streets all day with a big pot balanced on your head and this only one day out of 10 or more days of celebrating. We met a couple from Worthing on our way here and they have come back to Pushkar to attend one of these weddings, invited by the owner of our hotel who was out dancing all last night as part of the celebrations. Like I said it's an energetic affair.
Other highlights here have been an entertaining dinner in a garden restaurant with abortive attempts to light a small fire next to our table in a bid to keep warm, reggae throbbing in the background. A scamper up the big hill next to the town and the views of the desert and hills from the top. Encounters with cows and monkies, and ongoing continuing joy every time I see a camel which is pretty often here. I've stuck more photos on the photo link from the last few places, will add more soon.
Still it seems it's wedding season in Pushkar so we have been treated to numerous bridal processions throughout the day led by bands of musians usually a dodgy keyboard player being amplified and then a bunch of trumpeters and horn players and some drums. The woman all look absolutely stunning in all their most colourful sari's and stacks of jewellery. The actual bride and a couple of friends appear to have to carry some sort of pot on their head as they parade through the streets- no doubt this has some significance but I couldn't begin to guess. They parade round the streets for considerable amounts of time it seems we've constantly come across the same party in different parts of the town throughout the day. I conclude that however knackering a British wedding may be this is a whole different ball game. Wandering the streets all day with a big pot balanced on your head and this only one day out of 10 or more days of celebrating. We met a couple from Worthing on our way here and they have come back to Pushkar to attend one of these weddings, invited by the owner of our hotel who was out dancing all last night as part of the celebrations. Like I said it's an energetic affair.
Other highlights here have been an entertaining dinner in a garden restaurant with abortive attempts to light a small fire next to our table in a bid to keep warm, reggae throbbing in the background. A scamper up the big hill next to the town and the views of the desert and hills from the top. Encounters with cows and monkies, and ongoing continuing joy every time I see a camel which is pretty often here. I've stuck more photos on the photo link from the last few places, will add more soon.
1 comment:
I love that photo with the view of the mountains in the fog, it seems that you're at the top of the world!
Keep up the good photos, Becky!
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