Sari says:I was looking forward to the prospect of catching a train from New Dehli Station. I had imagined a chaotic buzz of travellers eager to find trains amongst the myriad of platforms. Local tavellers laden with bags and heads topped with goods to sell back home. Arriving at 5.30 am though was a "quiet" period. By this stage we were getting adept at weaving and dodging through either oncoming traffic crossing roads or simply through hoards of people. We slinked our way through the crowd and even managed to out pace our guide Atal.
What a difference traveling first class on those trains make. Firstly you actually get a seat. Then you get tea, snacks and meals. Plus air conditioning. Although like a lot of things here in India even the air-con is extreme. I had to go and stand in one of those sections with the door open to warm up.The train goes as far as Ajmer and then it is the usual bargain and haggle for a taxi/car to take us to Pushkar. This is Ceri's request stop to go to the camel fair. We will experience 2 days of it. Pushkar is a small town and but is abuzz with travelers and revelers for the camel fair. As usual it is tied into a religious festival too. Pushkar is a great place to have a religious festival as there are 400 temples in this tiny town. That being said it also means that the food is vegan for all the pilgrims. The boys weren't happy to find that out. Especially when there was the added news that there was also no beer!Bags down and head to see the sights of the fair and all those camels. I was worried that the prospect of 50,000 camels also meant lots of camel poo and "urine pass". We were first greeted by the side-shows all with loud speakers and music urging you into their tents. With all the competition it seemed the louder the speakers the more attention they hoped to get. Then camels, horses with pretty ears that curl inwards, camels, camels, horses. The horses have pretty little ears that curl inwards. Plus lovely souvenirs that your mother would love and handicrafts.
Night time we went out to dinner and strolled around the town. The girls soon found out that in the crowds at night the men's hands like to make a quick grab for you. The money shot seemed to be a full frontal fanny feel. It really put us off being polite to anyone and going out at night.