Pushkar had peaked too early for me. After the first hour in the place nothing very much that might happen to me would seem particularly remarkable.
I think I just crashed into my room and took a little while to piece together the events since I had woken up in a marooned railway carriage at 6.30 that morning.
My notes say that I wrote. Out there somewhere is a letter written just hours after what I have just described. I wonder who's got it?
I ate in only one restaurant while I was in Pushkar. The R S Resturant. I think I had a late-ish breakfast/early lunch on the rooftop when I emerged from my room. The young ex Brahmin was quickly in attendance as I emerged and was anxious to know whether I would be interested in a "tola" of the finest quality Parvati chars (from Himanchal Pradesh and officially not drugs). I disclosed I was actually fairly well provided for in that department. I shouldn't have made this disclosure. Anyway I went off for my breakfast, wrote postcards and a letter and probably read a few pages of one the books I had picked up in Delhi.
There is nothing in the filo-fax to record my having done or seen anything else, just a big gap between two entries that say "RS Rest."
So I must have had dinner and gone to bed. Even though I had achieved very little since an hour after my arrival the events of the early morning had been more than enough, even too much to take in.
