After an hours drive south, we escaped the boundaries of Delhi making tracks for agra. On this chilly morning we experienced our first traditional indian breakfast, with some chai tea to warm us up. Who knew that' parathas' could provide such a cheap wholesome meal! Three hours later, agra was in our sights. Our first stop was at the Sikandra Akbar Tomb where we strolled around the picturesque setting, the sun shinning down on us.
A short drive brought us to the Taj Homestay Hostel just out of town - by far the nicest to date. After check in and a quick turn around we were back on the road heading for the infamous Taj Mahal, where we would spend the rest of the afternoon into the early evening. On our way in, we made our first travelling friend (oooh travel friends). Rob was a 26 year old Canadian student, travelling alone during his break from studies in Hungary. Together we soaked up the busy yet calm atmosphere of the grounds, taking some fantastic photos along the way. Our trip here brought with it an insight to how indians are really treated - after some crafty work Shaan, 'the native indian', was seperated from us tourists and made to walk around the perimeter of the Taj Mahal before entering. However we entered immediately with our seemingly premium tickets. We all agreed that Shaan had endured enough punishment for getting away with the ticket that cost him half that of a tourist, and thus we quickly forgave him. The sun drew down around the ground and we headed back for the night.
Rhys
A short drive brought us to the Taj Homestay Hostel just out of town - by far the nicest to date. After check in and a quick turn around we were back on the road heading for the infamous Taj Mahal, where we would spend the rest of the afternoon into the early evening. On our way in, we made our first travelling friend (oooh travel friends). Rob was a 26 year old Canadian student, travelling alone during his break from studies in Hungary. Together we soaked up the busy yet calm atmosphere of the grounds, taking some fantastic photos along the way. Our trip here brought with it an insight to how indians are really treated - after some crafty work Shaan, 'the native indian', was seperated from us tourists and made to walk around the perimeter of the Taj Mahal before entering. However we entered immediately with our seemingly premium tickets. We all agreed that Shaan had endured enough punishment for getting away with the ticket that cost him half that of a tourist, and thus we quickly forgave him. The sun drew down around the ground and we headed back for the night.
Rhys
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