Not chilled enough? Pushkar is your place. A real oasis with lotus shaped lake (once inhabited by man eating crocodiles - in James Bond suits maybe? see Udaipur).

A hard-core traveller and sadhu zone with brahmin overtones. Temples beat out crazy rhythms, didgeridoos vibrating pungent air, unlimited breakfast and incestuous shit-eating pigs (sorry mum).

Idle image - Sunset Point cafe, local drummers whipping up a storm, traveller typing his own experiences into a laptop attracts a curious crowd.

Following a special lassi for breakfast, we wandered for hours around the holy lake, stopping every twenty metres to have absurd conversations with people or observe surreal scenes: a cow with five legs used by a sadhu to collect holy rupees, kids diving in the muddy waters and filling their mouths with coins thrown as offerings by pilgrims.

A disgusting tea offered by a sadhu in his tiny concrete hut, wood fire in the middle, filled with smoke, the dreadlocked Baba admitting that his days went "chai, chillum, chai, chillum, chai". Other sadhus sitting outside with amazing beards hiding lusty glances, reciting mantras and wearing huge smiles of happy men clever enough to have escaped the material world, its obligations, and the cycle of life and death.

A blaring Bob Marley cafe filled with fairy lights, mattresses on the floor and beds in trees . There a Nepalese told us a story in broken English about a renowned judge hanging an innocent seeing the rope break by Gods hand, immediately relinquished his job and was now living in a cave in the mountains above us...

Another tale of magic, magic, magic everywhere.