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So we love Pushkar...it was beautiful and to be quite frank it was manly due to the green pool that we loved it sooooo much!! Beacause it was fantabydousey, amazingness....so cold and refreshing....just DONT swollow any water!!
So we made loads of buddies- 1 hungarian, 2 English, 3 Aussies, 1 NZ....we have so many friends we cant count!! So we just chilled pool side all day, Meg in the sun and water, me in the shade of course and little ater (it was sunny in water).....Meg got a little burnt on her back, but nothing major! The evenings consisted os realxing with our FWENDS!
Every evening we strolled around town, checked out the lake, tra la la! Its super religoius here, but you can do anything as long as it UNDER THE TABLE. We found out that lots of students come to Pushkar and tell their parents they have gone to do some praying....we found out this praying is actually them coming and asking for a room (conisedently OUR room) for 2 hours....55RS the hotel charges, just for their 2 hours of 'praying'....we were shocked!! and disgusted, lets hope the bedding is washed!!
Meg got slapped on the belly by a child, very amusing fot me, not so funny for her!! There is one of the uncles in the house and every evening he has 6 special lassies (naughty stuff) and then at 10ish he goes flying in the pool, then walks around the hotel looking for food....he's a hoot!!
Walked up one massive hill to watch the sun set, which was just delightful. Then back for a late evening SWIM, which turned into a bat areana, and they kept dive bombing the water, we thought that by making noise they would avoid us....so we screamed!! It was quite terrifying. Furthermore, Meg has contracted a fobis of cows...she hids behind me whenever one passes....so yes, I have to take the bullet.....as onec ONCE cow charghed at us, and when I say us I mean ME, so I will take it!! I will take the cow horn up my backside!! She did fall off a camel to be fair!!
So we left Puskar, but not before having a chai with Mr Fisherman....he piucked us up at the bs stop, which turned out to be his job. Picks up the whoties takes then back to the hotel then goes back to the bus stop for some more WHITE PEOPLE....hence why we named him Mr Fisherman....but....we loved him, so all was good....he bought us a chai on departure from the bus stand...his uncle had sent him to wait for us as we forgot to pay for brekkie!! OOPS!!
So now in a place called Bundi...a small town, going to do the sites tomorrow....the english girls have given us everything to do down the west coast, so feel ready now.....lets hit up the beach!!
So bundi, them Udaipur then GOA GOA GOA....PARTY PARTY PARTY.....SEA SEA SEA!! Yes we are excited!
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