It has been exactly one week since I started wondering around India. Never seen so many friendly faces and especially honored as I am often stopped by people on the streets who want to have pictures taken together me. I suppose Chinese are rare creatures in this part of the world.Mount Abu, the only hill station in the region between Rajsthan and Gujarak, is a very popular tourist destination for local indians, and also a pigrimage place with numerous temples and spiritual organizations. The Nakki lake stiuated in the center of the city is believed to have holy spirit to it, some village people come here to leave the ashes of their loved ones. In this entire city, we are the only foreigners, me and an English couple who came on the same bus with me. We soon became good friends, if we are going to be stared at, might as well be stared at together!
I am typing away in a cyber cafe, where the keyboards are so worn out that the letters no longer show up anymore; however, the owner skillfully hand-wrote the letters with paint. Why not? if it works. This is also a city where taxi take hand written signs. So if you want to drive a taxi, just write in real big letter on your car "TAXI" it soon becomes a taxi. Nothing is going to stop the Indians.
Recommended once by our trekking guide, we now go to the same restuarant every meal, the cleanest and quietest we can find in town. But we are three stubborn tourists who come to the best indian restuarnt for non-indian food. I am now off my almond-only diet and switched to a mix of plain rice, veggie fried rice and sweet lassie diet. It is so much more nutritious.
Of all the great things we get to see, we are happy to be the lonely travellers on this lonely planet.
Ps: tips for Mt. Abu, a really amazing must see temple called Jain Temple, built 1000 - 13000AD, with all marbles, very little information on lonely planet or any guidebook, but abosulately breath taking.
Trekking in the mountains with a really good guide called Charlie, we even spotted a jackle.
