On to Pushkar

We left our Haveli in Jaipur and headed for the Camel Festival in Pushkar.
The drive to Pushkar is across very dry land, reminding me of the desert Southwest. The road was crammed with trucks, busses and camels.
It is hard to believe, yet true, that camels are still used to transport people and goods in this part of India. We also passed many marble stores, for this is where much of the marble that is used in India comes from.

We arrived at our little tent village. We have been staying at Heritage Hotels. This is a heritage tent, which means, primitive showers, no heat, electric lanterns, and no safes for valuables. In addition, the sand on which the tents were pitched was peppered with camel thorns, a needle like thorn that embeds itself into your shoes, clothing, piercing your skin with little daggers. We knew we were heading out to the middle of no where, so we brought lots of wine.

They showed us twice how to take a shower in the tent, we will probably sponge bath and hope for the best.

We ate dinner at our camp, and have retired to our tent. It is cold at night here in Rajasthan and scorching hot during the day. Our plan is to be out by 8:30am and return by noon for lunch, and then wait out the heat and return to the festival about 4pm. During the downtime, maybe I will find either an internet café or a place for a massage and a real shower.

Tomorrow we discover Pushkar.