As we leave our delicious final meal in Pushkar, cooked by a local family, there is a sign above the road which says: "What does how far you go have to do with where you begin?". Well, we began in Delhi and we end in Delhi, so you could say we've been nowhere, but it feels like we've been a lot further than that. You could equally ask: "What does where you end up have to do with how far you have come?". We are not where we end or begin, but everything that happens inbetween, so we'd better make it good.
Our last few days in Pushkar have been chilled, with abundant markets and the serene sheen of the peaceful, holy lake. We stop at a random cafe where the owner, Sheruu, brings me amazing Turkish coffee and makes us some lovely chocolate and cookie dough balls, whilst regaling us with the politics of India and how it works for the politicians and the rich but not for the poor, which sounds unsurprisingly familiar.
The sleeper train back to Delhi is less chilled, with family-members jabbering at each other across the carriages. Altogether, the trip has been eventful and memorable, and now we are tired and ready to continue the long journey home.
Our last few days in Pushkar have been chilled, with abundant markets and the serene sheen of the peaceful, holy lake. We stop at a random cafe where the owner, Sheruu, brings me amazing Turkish coffee and makes us some lovely chocolate and cookie dough balls, whilst regaling us with the politics of India and how it works for the politicians and the rich but not for the poor, which sounds unsurprisingly familiar.
The sleeper train back to Delhi is less chilled, with family-members jabbering at each other across the carriages. Altogether, the trip has been eventful and memorable, and now we are tired and ready to continue the long journey home.