Pushkar

Found a laundry in my street, and it's well time to de-filth my cycling pants, plus put in about 7 pairs of undies/socks. Jeans were refreshed for the very first time. 

Breakfast was a standard yellow rice with tomato and onion. I was able to ask a British lady, who'd just ordered, about it. 

Went back to my room, got ready. When I popped out Cookie was there, great timing. 

We wandered down to the lake, then out along a sandy road lined with plastic rubbish, dogs and cows, plus some very pretty cultivated fields. 

He's about 6'4, dreadlocks down to the back of his calves,  Harry Potter glasses, Rasta clothes, bare foot with henna tattoos on them. He gets a lot of requests for selfies. He fist pumps,  never shakes hands,  can't see the point, you never know what those hands have touched or if they ever get washed. Many who leave the toilets do not wash them. True in Aust also, I'd rather not think about it. He's been to about 50 countries. 

We had lunch.  I never realised that they water down the dahl etc in the Thali, until he pointed that out. 

He showed me the over coat, like a warm poncho, that he's making. The shop owner lets him use the scrap and the sewing machines, so it's a bit like a patchwork quilt. 

It was time to try using the squat toilet. It turned out to be pretty comfortable. I won't be scared in future! You just need to be mindful of flushing it with a big bucket. For my readers benefit, you squat with the hole to the rear. 

An arvo snooze later and the rest was just wandering, shopping, seeing the old buildings. 

I picked up the laundry about 5 past 8. In Shimla laundry was a couple of thousand, Amritsar cost about 750. Today's roulette wheel of washing comes in at 250.