Dal bati Churma

Or how did it all get so confusing...
The overnight bus was pretty bad, the staff crowding the aisle until it became claustrophobic, berth having to be defended, the sound of slapping as on of the staff took exception to a passenger not disembarking quickly enough, partly because it was too packed for him to reach his gear on the floor. Assault would be a fitting word. 
No improvement in Pushkar, the wrong place, another overheated cell as a room, the immediate knowledge that you're leaving tomorrow. 
Met J around sunset, why don't you look at the place I'm in?
G&L already found a bus out when I return.
The nights worse, heat breeding anxiety and claustrophobia, ending up sleeping on the roof which was a wonderful experience of desert stars above the dark landscape, the glow of temples upon hillsides and the sounds of the undisturbed night. 
But not a place to stay. 
Days winding into themselves now, the structures and measurements threadbare as the trip continues beneath the changing moon.