With Pushkar unreachable by train, another bus was our only way of moving on. This time we ended up on the cheap public bus with the locals. It also happened to be the school bus for every village for 90km. If you remember what happened in Delhi, you'll remember that our height and white skin gives us celebrity status when Indian children are involved. So there was a lot of long stares, and plenty of wary but friendly shouts of “hallo!” At one stage the bus was so packed there was people on the roof too! We could only make out their shadows, but they were definitely there. Another must-see off the list.
Our (late) arrival in Jodhpur was as chaotic as the bus journey. The bus stopped on a big bridge. A lot of shouting in Hindi ensued. Random people stormed on to the bus, shouting at us (in English) directly. They were saying get off, the driver's helper said stay on. One of these randomers showed a card for our hostel (we had arranged hostel pick-up from the bus station – we didn't think it'd be at a bloody flyover). Follow him then.
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