My further way was leading me to the for Hindu people holy city of Pushkar. A legend said that the creator god Brahma dropped a lotus blossom and where it landed a lake was born in the middle of the desert. Around this lake are nowadays many temples and stairs towards the water where Hindu people are doing the ritual washings in the morning. I found it very interesting to observe this weird and complex culture. The place was also becoming a hub for hippies and sense seeking people who meet up in the evening at the lake to play music, do artistic movements or dancing. Together with the believing Hindus it makes an interesting mix.
In the city of Jaipur I once again experienced another example of Indian hospitality. I just wanted to park the car close to the center to visit the pink city. Once upon a time a prince visited the city and to hide the poor quality of the buildings the ruler of the area ordered to paint all the houses in a pink color tone. Since that visit they call Jaipur “the pink city”. Just when I left the car a man came to me and asked me if he could chat with me for a while because he poorly has the opportunity to speak with foreigners. I agreed and several minutes later I was sitting in his shop drinking tea. His boss provided some sweets made by his wife and organized some more snacks. After my city sightseeing the brother of the boss invited me to his house. He lived in a quiet neighborhood and he let me camp in his garden. He introduced me to his whole family which made tasty food for me. Real conversations were difficult because only the half could speak some English. But I felt the struggle with the neighbor country Pakistan when one man was completely sure that 80% of the people living in Pakistan are terrorists. They say that in the TV and in the internet. “A bomb would solve all the problems.” He got acknowledgment in the round and lack of understanding from me.
I heard a big boom on my way to the Ranthambore national park and my rear left tire was flat. It took only two minutes and three Indian guys were there to help me. They kind of sent me away when I wanted to change the tire by myself. So I thought what you could do possibly wrong when changing the tires. They sent me away to wash my hands when they put the spare tire on. I gave them 200 rupees and continued driving. But when I watched in to my side mirror I realized that the tire was shaking. When I arrived I checked the bolts and do you know what? All of them were loose! I probably almost lost my tire while driving. When I screw down the bolts I thought: It is possible to do something wrong when changing tires.