Holy cities are usually Vegetarian, and Non-alcholic.
No eggs, whisky, beer, nor meat.
The latter was the hardest for me to deal with. I really need my daily protein. Traveling mate Kinki really needed her eggs, and Jochen, his beer. So pretty much, we all had some form of withdrawal syndrome.
Many times, you get hit with a sharp response that dashes your hopes, stains your plans like a knife through butter “Sorry, its NOT possible Sir”.
“How do I make it possible?”
“If you want possible, ok I can try. But that will be maybe…” Then he takes out his calculator and dials in a couple of digits.
Everything’s possible in India,of course, it just depends how much you want to pay for it. You may never fully understand how things work, or don’t work. Your confirmed train ticket could be bumped off, and you wouldn’t know why. You could be third in the queue before the counter opens, but all tickets have impossibly been sold out!
There’s always black-market stuff going on with currency trading, transportation, and…..food!
So here we were, on a rooftop restaurant, eating illegal omelets and fried eggs and drinking beer hush hush after through underground black-market means. You know what I mean. I’m not boasting. In fact, I should be ashamed to be illegally getting doped on a cheese omelete in the holy city of pushkar. I’m just saying, it’s do-able!
After the next sip of beer, we slide our glasses back under the table. Underground style.
In India, you can find other “special” goods,
“Special Lassi”, “Special pizzas”, “Special Masala Dosa”.
Wanna know what goes in em?
Pushkar, our final stop in Rajasthan was known for its peaceful chill out vibe. A good place to seek yourself and shut off from the worries of the world. The city was a quadrangle, with a main lake in the middle, and smaller Ghats surrounding it. Throngs of pilgrims came to bathe and seek blessings and offer sacrifices. It gets busy early in the morning, so, get your ass up for sunrise!
It was also Shivarattri, a celebration of Shiva. We had gathered at a local temple to partake the processions. In a section of the temple nestled in the hills, there was a narrow staircase leading down. It was claustrophobically small, and below lay a small cave where you’d present your broken coconuts and leave your flowers, and light the incense. It was my first Hindu precession I partook in India,
Ommmmm. All zen-ed out.
It was a good bye to the crew I was with for the past 2 weeks, Mr Camel,Jochen. Miss fried egg-Kinki, and our wonderful Chapatti lover, Loes. Emotionally had to psyche myself back to solo-solo travels with no company and solely being responsible of finding my feet again. Was a great travel with you guys 😉
Take care guyss!!