holly money Pushkar (english)

Some more news from our time in Pushkar.
First funny adventure, we've been invited by an indian man to have dinner with his family at his place.So we did decide to invite krissy to join us for this human experience.
Around 6pm we arrived in his lovely home welcomed by his wife and his 2kids. They started to cook, it was smelling amazingly good ( the wife made some round yummy breads, cooking them stright on the top of cow dried poo.)
We had a really cheerful dinner, we tried on the wife's traditional saris. About the cloth, they were so small that we had to hold our breath to fit them, and her husband gently helped aude to close the top squeezing her boobs, (have a look on the pics we took and enjoy the shot we took of the husband trying to kiss aude.) - pics are still to come but it's taking ages to upload- Aude what is this funny face ! The wife also made us some heena hand while she was breast-feeding her daughter !
So, after that lovely evening, they subtely asked for a "donation" ( a good experience is hardly free here ! )
But we kept smiling and still had a very nice evening.
The following morning, we went to meet krissy and we found her almost crying on her hand. In fact we had the time to realise how ugly were our heena was, to the point that she ws pondering weather bying a glove or chopping her hand off ! Yes she was number one on the top 3 "vomitively ugly heena hand"
To make her feel better, we bought a heena tube and tried to cover it up. The result has been pretty "interesting".
We had a very chill out time in pushkar, enjoying Krissy's company, eating in nice places, including a tibetan restaurant where we had the best momos ever (kind of steamed raviolis filled with spinash and cheese. Yum yum !)
Krissy's also treated us smuggling in an amazing bottle of wine (pushkar being a holy city, there is a "strict" vegetarian, no alcohol, no drug policy.)
We surprisingly met again all the foreigners of our sleeper train in our (amazing we repeat) guesthouse, and in pushkar streets where aude received on her hair a beautiful present from a bird, followed 2 meters later by a cow poo she stepped on. But even here, poo-poo squeezing is a lucky sign, so let's take it as Brahma's blessing.
As you know we moved to Bundi but it's been delayed as our stomachs decided otherwise. We both feel better now but are back on our good old plain("plane" in hindi "restorent" writing) rice diet.
New travel to a new city = new experience : THE PACKED LOCAL BUS !
Just imagine us on a three people seat (indian size) with our bags blocking all the space available for legs and a whole family seating next -and on- aude and squeezing claire against the window.
O Bundi, Harbour of peace ! Here we are. As soon as we arrived, we bumped into two spanish girls we met in Pushkar, they drove us to the guesthouse where we had again been charmed by the room they gave us. We've been given a beautiful palace sized room with access to the terrace and a rooftop. The only tricky thing being that if we hang around the terrace during morning and evening time, we risk to be under a monkey attack. These chicky monkeys already stole one of the spanish girls' underwear she hung to dry on the terrace.
Bundi is the most enjoyable city so far, less tourist, so people are less pushy, all the little shops make it look really authentic and the fort on the top of the mountains surrounding the city is absolutely stunning.
We've uploaded some pics-not as many as we would like since the connection is quite slow.
Send you all sunrays and warming kisses
A anc C