The Pushkar Camel Fair - India
From my journal:
It’s camels—all the way to the horizon.
Somewhere - there’s a stadium and a full midway. At least four huge Ferris wheels are turning.
Bands with horns are playing.
Tens of thousands of pilgrims.
Gypsies.
Snakes.
Music.
Dust and jewelry.
Lepers and goats.
Food frying.
Decorated trucks and loudspeakers.
Horses and tents.
Painted blue kids with tridents -(representing Shiva?)
Dreadlocks and dancing.
Praying, racing, drumming.
—oh, the noise!
But: We're on camels.
Gypsies.
Snakes.
Music.
Dust and jewelry.
Lepers and goats.
Food frying.
Decorated trucks and loudspeakers.
Horses and tents.
Painted blue kids with tridents -(representing Shiva?)
Dreadlocks and dancing.
Praying, racing, drumming.
—oh, the noise!
But: We're on camels.
They're surprisingly tall.
We feel a bit regal and above the dust and the fray.
My camel driver asked if we wanted to see our camels race. How could anyone refuse?
My camel driver asked if we wanted to see our camels race. How could anyone refuse?
We got down, they got up and off they went!
He assured me my camel was the fastest —and - it was.
