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... It's still in the garden as a folly because the British do a love a good folly.
The Quwwat-ul-Islam mosque on the complex is thought to be the first known mosque built in India and it's interesting in that the detail on the pillars is still visible today. They built it in a hurry using materials they had to hand which happened to be the pillars from ...
... and Lynda reads out the days agenda. Seems we are to visit each and every religious place of worship in north India, me thinks if I can find this Shiva character I'll nut the bas###d, read tonight's blog. Bugger! Went everywhere but couldn't find him, but we did go into some interesting places including a Hindu temple where there was a bit of maintenance going on. Imagine how my thought process was going, for years I've been fighting various people of this religion ...
... rifles and instructed our driver and Barry to get out of the car and open the trunk, then pointed to Barry to open the suitcases. By now I am convinced our driver can hardly wait to off load us? I sat watching from inside the car with much curiosity as to how this was going to unfold. As the one police officer leaned forward to look further into a suitcase and move some things around in it, his rifle strap slipped off his shoulder and slid down his arm, which left the end of the ...
... that this was the low point of the trip. As already mentioned, our train was supposed to leave Agra at 20h40. It only arrived in Agra at 23h00. So we sat outside on the freezing cold platform, for more than three hours on a urine soaked floor under the firing line of a thousand sleeping pigeons, with only rats and stray dogs to entertain us. The worst part, for me anyway, was the inescapable cold.
But eventually our train arrived and we were ...
... to a stop and his pal hopped into the passenger seat. Luke and I looked at eachother, slightly unnerved, but suggested the realistic reasons for him joining us. We started on and drove for a long time (maybe 30 minutes) not turning where any of the signs had indicated the direction of Delhi city centre. At this point I had begun sobbing convinced that we were being taken into the heart of a slum to be robbed or worse. We turned up at a very dodgy looking area. ...