Getting to Pushkar

Started early, about 8. The main road is still boring but much less traffic. I guzzled a litre to be sure of peeing clear. Neae the toll gate, there's a spot against a wall, but looking up halfway through, I spotted a man behind the window at the weighbridge. The window faces my show but luckily the man is avoiding the view. 

I took a left at Barr, and got another bottle. A man starts chatting,  then introduced one, then another brother,  a niece etc. He offered a tea, seemed nice so we all went into his courtyard opening to the road. They pulled up a chair,  and I was ready to sit,  although it became painful later. 

There's about 4 brothers, two wives, 5 kids. They offer some breakfast which is a capsicum ayvar type thing,  delicious,  and a Sabz of cauliflower etc, v delicious. One girl speaks quite ok English,  finishing a BSc, but I can't find out in what. 

The road that follows is rural. Herds of goats are on the road. There are many small villages. 

I felt the back tyre was pretty low. There's a massive thorn. I repaired that but after pumping it up, it goes fully down. A motorbike rider with a half drunk pillion, he says, watched and asked questions about visas. Surely I could get them one?

The pillion found the second hole. Patching that seemed to be ok, but I tried to pedal faster.

Further on, the motorbike rider stops me to say my shirt looks very good... can he have it? I'd gotten it from The Hub, wanted to reduce weight,  so pretty happy to give it. He seemed pretty happy. 

A vet on a lovely Royal Enfield gave me a hand. He is very strong. He dragged me the last couple of k's into his village. 

We had a seat and a milk chai. 

At last it was only 12 to go. There are commercial flower gardens, some walled fields. I would have stopped to take a picture but it's very late.  I arrived juat after dark. The place looks like the Gold Coast. I'm very disappointed. However the main part of town has many historic buildings so all good. 

There are so many foreigners here. One asked about my bike. He is about 6'3, has dreadlocks tied i in a bun, comes from Manchester. He gets asked for selfies all the time, just like me. His name is Cookie.

He told me about where he's been staying. So now I'm here too. 

Hotel Shanti Palace होटल शांति पैलेस is an old Haveli with many rooms. 

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