Pushkar's streets pulsate in every direction. Cows, monkeys, shop owners, colorfully clad locals and tourists (most of the hippy variety) all vie for space. It's a game of dodge 'em - look down to sidestep piles of cow dung, look up to outmaneuver clouds of neon-colored incense, look straight ahead to avoid motorbikes, and left and right to respond to yelling touts and roaming animals. It's the stereotypical Indian city portrayed in movies - noisy, chaotic and at times, downright neurotic.
It's real. It's raw. And, wow is it ever riveting.