I am going to post the photos I have taken in chronological order by day for the sake of my memory. Hopefully this will mean I will be able to recount stories from each day which will be more entertaining to read now (for the people that read this blog) and later when I look back on my time here.
This was the day we went to Agra, and thus was the day that I stopped posting regularly as we were away from the internet for some time. I was a little apprehensive because we were in the hands of a host I had only met once and, on that one occasion, only very briefly. Getting on to the train was as hectic as expected and we saw more white people in one session than I've seen since I got off the plane. When we finally got to our seats it was quite heavenly. We were both still very ill from the night before and, to all intents and purposes, it still was the night before. The train left at 6 am. It was very comfortable and the sun was rising throughout the journey, with India flashing past on each side. We were given free bottles of water, a newspaper, and then a whole meal with tea - which I think isn't half bad for 4 quid each!
This was the day we went to Agra, and thus was the day that I stopped posting regularly as we were away from the internet for some time. I was a little apprehensive because we were in the hands of a host I had only met once and, on that one occasion, only very briefly. Getting on to the train was as hectic as expected and we saw more white people in one session than I've seen since I got off the plane. When we finally got to our seats it was quite heavenly. We were both still very ill from the night before and, to all intents and purposes, it still was the night before. The train left at 6 am. It was very comfortable and the sun was rising throughout the journey, with India flashing past on each side. We were given free bottles of water, a newspaper, and then a whole meal with tea - which I think isn't half bad for 4 quid each!
When we arrived our house took us straight to our hotel which was a million times better than Hare Krishna, and told us we weren't to pay for anything. We weren't staying at his because his friends had been over the week before and had thrown up so much in the bath that it was still blocked. Nutty West Bengalis! We had a little rest then he took us to Fatehpur Sikri, a city built by Akbar just outside his capital city. It took a while to get there but there were lots of crazy traffic experiences on the way and the site itself was definitely worth it! So many palaces for so many wives!
Our host Sabya (in the camo) getting ready to pay for us to get in. The guy in front was a nice New Yorkian that was travelling alone. He had a 10 year visa!
"The old women I don't mind but the kids are all scoundrels."
The tomb of an Islamic saint. A place of pilgrimage.
Hives on the ceiling of the biggest arch in India
Crazy multi-directional traffic in Old Agra
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