First Night in Pushkar

First rule of blogging is that if there’s no photos it didn’t happen. But I can assure you that this did happen. But sadly no photos. First night in Pushkar we are to bed early. Still a bit jet lagged and in need of a bit of shuteye. At 9pm the music started with parallel religious chanting. And when I say music I mean mostly drumming. We are happily reading at 10pm and are unhappily reading at 11pm. We assume midnight is the cutoff point. It isn’t. By 1 am I would call it an elite religious event, suitable for percussive athletes. By now I’m doing The Times crossword badly. At 2am the hotel manager goes out to find out what’s going on. I hear this through the window. They promise it’s all over by 3am. And it is. Just! So my jet lag is still in place. The morning after I am told that someone died exactly a year ago and the singing and drumming was helping them get to heaven. I don’t know what they had done but it sounded like they needed quite a bit of assistance. Call it redemption through musical endurance. Pushkar is amazing and this isn’t typical I am told. Second night was trouble free sleep.