Where do we begin? Pushkar= hippy, which in turn = chillax!
Me and Sinead both are in agreement that it is a must for anyone travelling around Rajastan. Suppose it's not the easiest to get to as there is no direct train. Maybe this is a good thing though, as it remains a small, quiet town not from from the crazy Muslim dominated city of Ajmer.
It consists of one simple (long) bazaar, a holy lake and a load of temples. It was also our first hotel with a swimming pool and offered a hassle free two days, but like most things, it didn't last long!
Sinead got her harems, I obliged and did the same. Sinead had a falafel wrap, everyday, and I obliged. They were beautiful and a welcome change to curry, curry and yes curry.
It was also here in Pushkar we had an Italian pizza, but it was an Indian flatbread tbh. As mummy Netty said, "it's no dominos!" However, it was again good food and were sat in the highest rooftop restaurant, looking over the lake. The waiter was a local and made it even more of a memory by feeding us a few joints, reducing our bill and even refusing a tip! I think it's safe to say we left with our heads turned looking for police all the way back to the hotel, after reading the stories online!
I'm struggling to write more about this place, as Sinead soaks up the sun, but it was such a treat. Hear Bundi is similar but not on our radar this time round.