And still cloaked by that feeling of otherness, though how much of that is down to the banana diet I have no idea. 
And then the change. A call at the main square from a familiar face, Powan, the Brahmin I made my Puja with last time I was here. (The Puja is to ask for blessings for your dead rather than yourself, I'd heard about it on my first trip I think and with one exception have returned here to make it. It doesn't hurt that Pushkar is beautiful though.)
This time it was harder, almost unable to repeat the words as my throat clogged up. Those who remain. 
And not a day for photos but, string on my wrist, it's time to move.