Pushkar
Now I'm sitting at a small cafe which is on a roadside of the major street of Pushkar. This amazing fairy-tale town is situated in a sandy valley between hills. Thousand temples form it. They thicken around a holly lake. Their watercoloured deflections are rough by holly herons and by people who are getting town's blessing. That's why everybody has a red ribbon around the wrist. It's like the passport here :) The town is beautiful both inside and when it can be seen from a top of hills. My feeling, that I'm in a movie does'n leave me even for a second, that it's a fake creating specially for me. I have never met (even in the Anjuna market) such a luxury of colours on streets attracting to glance inside shops are located on ground floors of same temples. All time one question spins in my head. Where do townspeople live if there are only houses of Gods and guests in the town? But an answer is funy simple :) Nowhere. Indian people arrived to work, because it's impossible to live here for a long time. We couldn't understand why a strong kough tormented us regularly, whe men always spited some rubbish and women hung certains their faces. But once when we climbed a hill we have been horrified. There is a desert around us and the town is covered by a grey shroud of sand. Nevertheless this place has hipnotized us so that we aren't hurry to leave it. We have bought two-ply silk masks which protect from dust very good and make us extravagant :)