Mike composing on the bus to Pushkar.
Mike befriending the hostel turtle!
The holy Pushkar lake (it was a dry year), which apparently sprung forth from Brahma's lotus flower.
Our room by candlelight, an Indian nightscene.
Read: electricity went out at least once per hour.
A Delhi-belly victim. Another day of plain toast and Coke.
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