Pushkar, India
We woke really early (5.30am) once again to the sounds of beating drums, and set out just after 6 in the pitch darkness still through the dim streets towards a temple on the highest mountain around the lake to watch the sun rise. The streets were already busy, probably due to the kite flying festival which was taking place today. Out of the town we found our way up the hill, only by the light of the full moon, though by the time we were at the strenuous rocky las...