In October 2010 I arrived to Pushkar in India, alone. There were not many foreigners as the season for tourists hadn’t really started yet so I was the only person staying in my hotel. Maybe also because Pushkar was a small town that many people I had met earlier wouldn’t stop in, ‘it’s too small and there’s nothing to do there.’ they said.
I went partly because of those comments. When travelling, I try to find the small places where I can be far from the tourist-packed attractions, temples and beautiful monuments and instead concentrate on people-watching and genuine realities.
When strolling around Pushkar by night, I accidently stepped into a backyard filled with kids sitting on a big carpet. It was the first day of Diwali, the festival of lights, and there was a little street show being put up for the neigbourhood. The children were thrilled by the show and I spent a wonderfully random night on a carpet, watching the story about the return of Lord Rama and taking pictures.