And out of the desert, a blonde figure emerged, on a camel, and was beckoned to play and master the magical bowed violin instrument on her first try. Mixed results.
And out of the rolling sand dunes, a figure approached. He was on a (co)mission to woo the tourists with desert tunes. He had deep set eyes that sparkled. He seemed stern and serious, but a wide smile betrayed his subdued intensity. He got…
Chandeliers, a groom on a horse, a uniformed brass band. Hallmarks of a the multi day celebration that we followed, and that followed us, through Pushkar over the course of our stay.
I've been having vivid dreams in Vietnam. Which makes sense, since they're colored by the strange reality that is Vietnam. I dreamt of rats, porcupines and deer chasing me through Hanoi – an angry stampede through the streets, where the hunted indeed became the hunter….
