It's funny how time and distance change you, the roads you take don't always lead you home.
We passed out instantly in our gigantic beds, waking early only with the promise of free, fresh breakfast. Dining on more toast than humanly possible and eggs fried to perfection, I was a happy girl. We packed up and headed across the city to find the cheapest bus to Agra, where the Taj Mahal is located. We pull up in our auto and are instantly directed into a city bus about to depart on a five hour journey across the desert to the ancient tomb. We settle in at the back and are instantly showered with vendors selling us whole peeled cucmbers and sliced coconut. We opt for both and head off into the mirage of sand and sarees.
Agra may be the most disgusting place I ever had the pleasure of visiting. A town built on the transiency of tourism, it have developed into a rotting pile of rubble–run on child begging and cheap hostels. We got in, we got out. And happened to see the Taj in between. What can I say? It was white and no one wanted to take our picture. We happily settled on a bench to read the printed version of the Taj Wikipedia page that we had strategically added to the travel folder before departing. It started spitting rain as we jet out of Agra on another public city bus. For just $8 a person, we were able to maneuver the Golden Triangle like the locals.
After sunset, Keddy and I perked up and alerted ourselves to our somewhat sketchy situation. We were on a bus to Jaipur that was set to arrive around 1 AM with a bunch of men. Debating whether or not to stop at the next hotel for the night or whiddle our toothbrushes into shanks we were relieved when an auntie boarded and we could hang with her. This gave us a full day in Jaipur as planned and all went out without a hitch upon arrival.