Get me outta here!!
We just arrived in the sleepy town of Pushkar. There is nothing to do here. We had read in our Lonely Planet ( the book I am really starting to dislike) that Pushkar was a pilgrimage sight cradled around a blue- green lake, where a person could go and lose themselves in yoga and the religious songs that echoed from the many Hindu temples that dot the city. Um, no!
The lake is brown- like mud and the town is a tourist trap. It has lost all it’s holiness to crooked ‘priests’ and hippies, who wander around barefoot and all Zen. Was the LP writer high? Too much Chillum?
I think my resentment comes from the fact that there isn’t much of the true India here and I have nothing to lose myself in. The days are full of the classic, pointless chatter of the salesman – where are you from? – is this your first time in India? – where are you going next ? – and it all leads to the same sales pitch in the end. Now, here is the real problem though. I am a tourist and I am being sucked in by all the pretty things. No, I don’t need them, not in the slightest. I don’t need shoes, and pretty leather bags, bangles, stickers, perfumes, skirts and pants and tops and dresses. I know that if I went home tomorrow, I not only would regret my purchases, I would look absolutely ridiculous wearing them.
We just arrived in the sleepy town of Pushkar. There is nothing to do here. We had read in our Lonely Planet ( the book I am really starting to dislike) that Pushkar was a pilgrimage sight cradled around a blue- green lake, where a person could go and lose themselves in yoga and the religious songs that echoed from the many Hindu temples that dot the city. Um, no!
The lake is brown- like mud and the town is a tourist trap. It has lost all it’s holiness to crooked ‘priests’ and hippies, who wander around barefoot and all Zen. Was the LP writer high? Too much Chillum?
I think my resentment comes from the fact that there isn’t much of the true India here and I have nothing to lose myself in. The days are full of the classic, pointless chatter of the salesman – where are you from? – is this your first time in India? – where are you going next ? – and it all leads to the same sales pitch in the end. Now, here is the real problem though. I am a tourist and I am being sucked in by all the pretty things. No, I don’t need them, not in the slightest. I don’t need shoes, and pretty leather bags, bangles, stickers, perfumes, skirts and pants and tops and dresses. I know that if I went home tomorrow, I not only would regret my purchases, I would look absolutely ridiculous wearing them.
well at least those markets make for cool photos??
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Nope- we are outta there and back in Delhi!! Oh yeah!!
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