"Giselle's kidneys hurt, so does her leg and her scarf keeps falling off and it apparently is all my fault, what a poo head." Quote from Alicia's diary.
Giselle's paranoia is slowly growing. She seems to have the need to jump up every morning and run in her mummy liner across the room to look through the eye piece. I'm not sure what she is expecting to see. But i've decided just to leave her to it.
Last night we enjoyed watching ice age, Dawn of the Dinosaurs. Giselle pointed out the strong likeness between me and the character Sid. It was uncanny.
Today we leave for Pushkar YAY, i am not upset in the slightest to be leaving Jaipur, sorry just too many annoying people about. We caught a public bus to Ajmer (we have decided we like public buses and there a lot cheaper). As soon as we stepped of the bus a man rushed up to us, "Pushkar" I nodded, "come,come with me", we said no and that we were catching a bus. "no, no the buses to Pushkar don't run from here, i will take you in my rickshaw". Giselle looked at him like he was stupid and said "yes they do, thank you" and walked in the direction of the buses. It didn't take long for us to find a man shouting Pushkar repeatedly at the top of his voice out of a bus. The journey was very cramped but we were in a jolly mood and it was only for half an hour.
On the bus we met a lovely German man who told us that his hotel was rubbish but walked us to the main road through Pushkar where he said we would find lots of hotels. Walking through the street we noticed a few things, firstly lots of tourists secondly no rickshaw drivers !! Plodding along minding our own business,this middle aged bold man with a strong London accent came out of nowhere. "You leaving or just arriving?" we told him we were arriving. He was stood next to a German girl who looked around our age. They both excitedly told us that they were in a guest house that was really good and cheap. The Londoner told us he would walk us there. We followed him despite only just meeting him and feeling a little paranoid. He was right the guest house was really nice and cheap.
The Guest house was called Maruda Guest house and was owned by an oldish man who had amazingly big glasses and even more than most Indians liked to waggle his head around. But the guy we saw the most of was called Bublua and was around mine and Giselle age and was lovely.
Later that evening we bumped into the Londoner and German girl again who introduced them selves as Steve and Vera. We spent the evening with them in a great restaurant called 'real out of the blue' you can't go to Pushkar and not go there. Also met one of the waiters called Sunny, the best way I can describe him is imagine an Indian version Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean and that's close to what Sunny was like. We think he had potentially had had to many bhang lassies for a life time.
There was some sort of festival on tonight but my tummy was feeling a little iffy so i went to bed. Giselle how ever stayed up on the roof top and saw a shooting star :( . We also got told that some people get stuck in Pushkar, and that the guy in the room next to us has been here for 2 months. It's nice but small and the lake is no way as pretty as Phewa Tal in Pokhara, or the mountains for that matter. There are two cool looking mountains (maybe hills) that have temples on them, i think me and Gis are going to get up early one day and climb it.
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