Cleanliness in next to Godliness.
But not in India. You may remember a previous blog referring to the
amount of shit and piss in India, well, it's no different in holy
cities like Pushkar.My guest
house is an old converted ashram and all of its walls are painted blue
like the Hindu God, Shiva. It's very pretty and overlooks the holy
lake. But directly outside this serene dwelling is a public toilet and
the stench of piss hits you in the face like a Tyson uppercut:
..
I
suppose I should be grateful there is some sort of public building
instead of the usual blatent roadside pissing. Afterall, Dehli has only
recently recieived its first finger printing recognition system!
Hmmmmm, the word backwards springs to mind.
I
sat drinking a chai in a nearby establishment, out of the urine stench
range, but with a good view of the toilets. I observed with morbid
curiosity...
... there were
three urinals for the men and a dark hole for the ladies. The middle
urinal was full and overflowing. I watched man after man step into the
toilet and piss everywhere but the urinal. Up the walls, in the corner,
under the urinals. Some men stood outide and pissed from distance. Some
used no hands, others used one and swung it about as if pissing all
over the walls would make it cleaner. Only one man correctly used the
urinal and that happended to be the middle one, the overflowing one.
Nice.
If there are any ladies
out there who have problems with their male family members missing the
toilet. Place a marble in the toilet. This gives the man something fun
to aim at and should keep the toilet seat dry. Try it.
So where does all this sewage go?
To the holy lake of course!
And what is the water source of Pushkar?
Yep, from the lake. Which is holy.
And where do all the pilgrims bath?
In the lake. I have coined this 'The Golden Bath'.
HELLLLLOOOOOOO INDIA! WHERE IS YOUR COMMON SENSE?
And
that's just it, Indian logic will make you question your sanity and
give you a thumping headache. All vehicles have indicators fitted as
standard. But Indians never use them, they prefer to beep their horn
instead. One taxi driver was averaging 100 beeps every two minutes.
What was particularly special about this noisy bastard was that there
was no other traffic on the roads! No people, no cows, no camels, no
dogs, no elephants. One can only assume he was blind and driving by
sonar, emitting beeps like a bat. Patients is a virtue. Paracetamol is
the cure.
I'm off for a hair cut now. Namasta.
