and the road to Jodhpur
17.03.2016 - 17.03.2016
Thursday 17 March Pushkar to Jodhpur
I have not perfected the sleep in at all, and as usual I am awake around 5-5.30am! The thing I love is the call to prayer for the Muslims. They play it over loud speakers, and can be heard for miles. It is a beautiful sound to wake to, and often I stand outside to listen, not understanding a word, but feeling calm and serene knowing they speak of kindness and love.
Once everyone is up we have breakfast on the rooftop terrace. A lovely banana and honey pancake is served!
Off we go to see Pushkar Lake. This is off the Main Street, and well hidden. This is a holy place, and the Brahmen ( religious guys, much like monks) offer blessings. For the locals, they do this each day, and it is freely offered. For the tourists, of course they hassle you, and charge a fee......a hefty fee! We politely say no, and after a while they retreat, and leave is to wander alone. Men are washing in the water, women a bathing, getting blessings or bathing. Many sit around in groups, colour is mesmerising. Every sari is unique. Every woman, wearing it proudly. The women wear these all day every day. In the home, doing housework, working on building sites. Here there is usually a male supervisor, but it is the women, in full saris that are doing the work- filling up and moving baskets of dirt, rocks, bricks. All manual labour is for women. Occasionally you see a male, but often it is the women. They harvest crops. The men then drive the tractors to town to sell crops.
The lake is lovely, the temples beside it are beautiful. The water is definitely not the colour that would invite me to swim, or even dip my feet in! It is a lively place. There is an area filled with black faced monkeys. Monkeys and babies everywhere. Not great for Anna, who isn't too fond of monkeys! We watch them for a while.
Back up to the market streets and free time for power shopping before we drive to Jodpur. The shopping here is quaint, a few new tops, bags, trinkets and silver purchased.......rest time in the bus!
The road to Jodpur is, well, one of the worst I've ever encountered. Pot holes almost large enough to rip out the underneath of a car. It is slow. Very slow travelling. Hours pass, we chat, doze, stop for chai and lunch. The road doesn't improve.
Finally, we arrive in Jodpur.
Our hotel, here they are called a 'haveli' is gorgeous. Half colonial, clearly from the British era, and built in the early 1800s. It looks like a little castle, wooden shutters and stained glass windows everywhere. Imagine my horror when I discovered it was Perspex, not glass! Red curtains adorn each archway, quite striking and beautiful. That was, until we again realised the wifi was crap......
We walk the streets, past the clock tower, the bazaar and buy spices. We head to the world famous omelette man and across the road to the pakora man! We sit roadside eating the most delicious omelette, served between bread, like an omelette sandwich, interspersed with hot pakora- yum!