By the time I was almost at Pushkar, I’d had about enough of the tourist traps. So I got off the train early in Ajmer. I was the only non-Indian that I saw the entire time I was there and certainly the only blonde. More than one local asked me how in the world I’d ended up in their sleepy town.
Walking around Ana Sagar Lake, these four girls approached me and asked if I would have my picture taken with them. Then followed a family who had me hold their baby for a photo. Then a group of elderly women wanted in on the action. Then a few middle aged married men posed with me (slightly awkward). It was quite a scene. When everyone was finally finished taking their photos with the strange looking white woman, I insisted that the four instigators pose for one of MY photos. Suddenly their giggles dissolved and they got very serious. Sweet girls. So poised and full of questions about what life is like in America.
Ajmer, oddly enough, reminded me of growing up in the San Fernando Valley…miles and miles of wide boulevards, and a delicious pizza place with an outdoor pizza oven. It wasn’t as dramatic as the other, more touristy cities I went on to visit. But it was exactly what the doctor ordered at the time.