We drove and drove and drove. And NH8, the national highway we were on, was smooth and straightforward. Nisarga was relieved and impressed. The onl
y real issue were the trucks (lorries) whose horns scare the shit out of both of us, since there is no sound protection for us. And they tend to drive as if they are the only ones on the road. Actually, the law of the road in india is the reverse of what we know from the west. The larger you are, the more right of way you have. Period. (Basically because you can crush everyone else, literally.)
We entered Rajasthan and stopped for a break. We were actually cold driving and thankful to have packed warm clothes. As we sat having our lunch, a camel passed by. How lovely we thought. 5 hours after leaving Anita’s we arrived to the cut juncture where we can continue on NH8 or 
head into Jaipur. Nisarga said he wanted to go into the city and spend the night. I personally do not like Jaipur at all but since he had never been there it was not fair to not honour his request.
Unfortunately, my dear Gemini changed his mind once we reached the city. Had he said no from the beginning we would have already reached our destination, Pushkar. Now it was getting dark and we were stuck trying to figure out how to get back on the highway (a problem noted in guidebooks and bitched about by many, but Nisarga didn’t know that). We were already breaking our one most important rule, no driving after dark. Once we got on NH8 we searched and searched and searched for a place to stay but there were n
one. Finally we found a place, above an all night restaurant. Nisarga absolutely could not drive anymore and was extremely grouchy. I was horrified by where we had to spend the night i didn’t even bother taking off any clothing article out of fear of my skin touching the sheets.
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