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.
One of the last afternoon buses out of Bac Ha, a small town in northern Vietnam, after the bustling Sunday market.
