30

The day after having the Bang Lassi I woke up officially being 30. Had it not been for my friends back in Spain, giving me that age for the past two years, this day would have been hard.

However, before I keep up with the story of this day, I must thank Dan and Charlotte for a great day.

So I woke up to meet Jeff (whom will talk about later on) and Dan greeting me such a day with an effusive hug. I wasn't expecting really nothing, and was thinking on my head whether I had finally brought some candles with me or not, and where would I get a little cake for the matter of blowing them out. Nothing of this really mattered after a while, Dan, more excited than me, brought a card and a gift, which I couldn't open until Charlotte came back from her wanderings through town.

Once we were all together, I was gladly delighted with a beautiful card decorated by a green leaf with two elephants on a black background. The gift was a black and blue patchwork cushion cover which amazingly, fits my style very much.

But the day couldn't end up there, and Dan and Charlotte insisted on doing what I pleased. So we wen on the search of a Baba, but more on Baba's on a next post. The interesting adventure turned out to be a walk around the hills that surround Pushkar, with no luck on finding our Baba. So we had to go back to the hotel, where I was decided to get a shower and refresh myself from the hot sun.

Dan had already told me there were more surprises coming, as I said he was more excited than me on celebrating my birthday, and so I assumed they might surprise me with a birthday cake, and so I got that idea out of my mind. But before any of that could happen, I was delighted with a cold, blond beer.

I already stated that Pushkar is a holy town, and so for that fact, no drugs, alcohol or meat are allowed. Finding meat is totally impossible, drugs are very easy, and alcohol requires a medium effort and a special occasion. We can't forget how, according to locals, parties are organized on the dessert for the joy of tourists and with no intervention of the government police forces.

With the beer and the idea of getting something to eat I regained the concept of the candles and a cake, but Dan came again to my rescue, and as he was more excited than me about my birthday, he told me more surprises were to come. So I forgot again about the matter hoping to get a cake from them. Somehow.

And effectively, there was a cake. A beautifully decorated cake by the daughters of the owner of the hotel we where staying at. It said: "Happy Birthday" "Erik" "30". Apparently, later I knew that they had to keep on asking how to write my name. I must add as well, that the taste of the cake was really good, which surprised us all. And after the cake, more beer!!!

I already thanked Dan and Charlotte, who made a great effort on comforting me on such a day and making it really nice. But I also feel the need to thank in this post the 17 birthday emails I received on that day, and the delayed ones as well. And sorry for the short replies.

Thank you all.