Pushkar disappeared in a whirl. No sooner had I arrived when I realized it's almost time to leave. A week has flown by, since the lakeside priest gave me my Pushkar puma passport. And I have been pulled under Pushkar's skin. I haven't made any big trips to local temples or taken part in anything more exciting than a piddling uncomfortable Camel ride at sunset that even came thought was deadly dull. Yet I feel I have been deeply engaged through all my waking hours. I arrived with low expectations and a little sceptical. I leave impressed and refreshed. As another of India's holiest destinations, there is definitely an energy that seems to eclipse all the rampant commercialism that no on can escape. Here a few pics that don't really do the place justice.
