Pushkar is a small holy town, cradled by mountains, holy men and eager tourist vendors. Within itself, Pushkar is a juxtaposition of life styles. Holiness and drugs: dedication and shanti-ism. Many travellers pass through Pushkar, and many more stay. Called Shanti's by many Indians, they are often Israeli's who wish to take it easy. (Shanti - the hebrew word for peaceful and easy). I found myself approached a couple of times asked if I wanted to buy any drugs, as if buy virtue I had come to Pushkar for that very reason. Beyond the drugs, Pushkar has a pulsing hippy undercurrent that has that oh-so familiar feeling. Cafe hangouts and rastifarian music in beach-like restaurants on roof tops, all incongruinous to the indiginous population. I could've been in Kuranda or Byron Bay back home in Australia, the atmosphere was so strong. I eventually returned to Pushkar with a German student Annika (a cimber), and we trudged up the mountain nearest to our hotel, to capture a glimpse of rugged mountains with their backs broken upon endless kilometres of desert and rock.