further along the north coast, once again planning less than thought through, so off to the northern lighthouse and walking back, a few detours, another scramble more in hope than faith where the promised path disappeared into the ether and some fairly grumpy dogs, all in all a good and interesting time was had... and then the flaw in the plan arrived, having forgotten about the time it took the bus to get to the lighthouse, finding myself about 4 miles short of where i thought i might be as night fell, a days postponement then, the grin of idiocy accompanying me in each reflection... the rabbithole returns to pushkar as the last of the scans is reached while 2018 also draws to a close with a bit of dancing in the park, a perfectly good springsteen pun wasted....