The sun is rising over the mountains surrounding Pushkar and a heavy mist shrouds the buildings. The domes on the hotel in the distance shine gold rising through the fog. It puts me in mind of a small Taj Mahal.
I got out to get chai at the neighboring bus stand - 8 rupees! - as a bus pulled in with 17-20 people on top. I walked past a herd of cattle feeding; they remind me of large dogs in the streets, gentle for the most part and slow moving. They are treated better in this holy city where the shrines almost outnumber the hotels. They also have the only remaining Brahman Temple in India which is large and brightly painted.
