The next day, we met some English people we had seen previously at the fort, who were getting the same 7am train as us. After the 5 hour journey, we awoke just in time to grab our stuff and get off the train at our stop. Halfway across the station, Hugo remembered he had left his book on the train, so had to dash back for it. We took a taxi with four others, and arrived in to pushkar. As we were about to hail a rickshaw, along came a guy on a motorbike shouting Marie Abbott. Slightly alarmed, I was like that's me! He had come to meet us from the hotel we had booked, and had somehow figured out where we would be at the exact moment our taxi arrived. What service! He arranged for a rickshaw to take us to the hotel, and we asked if the couple in our taxi could join, as their hotel was on the way. We told him the name of their hotel, and he said that it was his cousin's hotel. Miraculously, his cousin appeared at his side and called out the name of our companions. We all looked at each other as if this was part of some elaborate scam, but eventually accepted it was a huge coincidence, and hopped in the rickshaw. Our hotel was nice - featuring hammocks and tortoises :). We dropped off our bags and had a look at the programme for the camel fair. We had timed our visit to coincide with the annual pushkar camel fair, which features the convergence of 50,000 camels and their drivers from all over Rajasthan to trade. After the hard business is finished, there is a programme of events involving camels, local sports, horses (we actually saw more horses than camels), and even moustaches. We had missed the events in the morning, so did a spot of shopping in the huge line of shops, before heading for late lunch at a health cafe. I had the best salad of the trip yet. We were in time to see the holy lake adorned with candles, or dias, which is a clay pot filled with oil and a wick. It looked amazing, and was accompanied by religious ceremonial music. Pushkar is a Hindu pilgrimage spot, which every Hindu is meant to visit once in their lifetime. On the ghats, some of the local schools had created artwork with sand and coloured powder of peacocks and other patterns, which looked great. We went to a restaurant called out of the blue and had good pizza and lasagne, and a nutella banoffee pie. The next morning we headed to the stadium to catch the camel decorating and camel dancing competitions. They have a massive outdoor arena with tiered seating, but chose to use a small area cordoned off with wooden poles. Very Indian. The camels paraded around, dressed in mirrored throws, pom poms, necklaces and bells. Then there was the dancing - the camel handler pulls on reigns and the camel throws its head back, alternates its feet and then jumps high in the air. Quite impressive but questionable animal kindness. We went for something to eat, Hugo bought two shirts, and them we went back to the hotel to call the rents. In the evening we went back to out of the blue. It was really busy so we sat with a Canadian couple, and had a good chat including the extortionate cost of owning a mobile phone in Canada. This morning we went to watch a local sport, a bit like bulldog. It was locals vs. tourists - I think I know who had the advantage. After lunch in a nice garden cafe, we took a rickety taxi to the train station, only to find huge queues for tickets. By chance, we happened upon an outdoor queue, and even better, a ladies queue. I fought for my place in the 5 deep queue, and with 5 minutes to spare, got us two tickets! So now we are on our way to Jaipur in sleeper class.