We pressed our company again in a cramped and rikshaw were conducted to Pushkar, a small town to a sacred lake. Six years ago I was here, she gave me a good feeling and I was wondering whether I would even recognize. After all the fuss here again we found some peace. We have a completely weird room full of mirrors and colored glass, insulted by everyone all the “Maharaja room” called. Our Australian travel companions are a few days ago, went to southern India, if everything goes well and while we travel together by Trains From Pondicherry. We continue to enjoy some daagjes not do much (Krista protests: fun things to figure out the local shops has something to do, haha) crazy in our room and to draw further into the desert. We will try some more pictures uploaded, and the next story you read in a few weeks .