I Really Wanted to Love the Hippie Outpost of Pushkar, But This…
From everything I had read, Pushkar sounded like my kind of place. A placid lake in a small desert outpost? Yes please. It was just the relief one needed from the mania of New Delhi and the traffic-choked streets of Jaipur. But what had me seriously travel-stoked on Pushkar was that it supposedly enjoyed some seriously boho vibes. My guidebook wrote: “Pushkar’s spiritual energy also attracted the hippy overlanders of the 1960s, and the budget hotels and cafes set up to cater for them have kept it firmly on the backpacker trail.” Complicit in this description was this travel blogger’s swoon-worthy review: Perfect! I thought. Just my brand of gypset travel. Except that it wasn’t, which I realized when my expectations confronted reality. You see, I had anticipated more of this… but found more of this: Err…that is not my brand of boho. Allow me to recount our visit. We arrived in Pushkar just before the golden hour, some 90 minutes before sunset. Sadly, our quick-moving schedule permitted us just one night. Upon arrival, …