The Ghost City
Trip Start Apr 21, 2010
79Trip End Jan 15, 2011
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We had an old guide show us around in the fog but unfortunately the fog could not hide his uncomfortable disposition. At first we couldn't tell if the guide was trying to keep his fingers warm or trying to push his piles back inside. By the way he kept gripping we think it may have been the grapes he was struggling with. We didn't thank him by shaking his hand at the end of the tour.
We went were on our way into a mosque but, having left our footwear behind, Skinner knew Beth wouldn't be taking in anything the guide said for fear of losing her life warming UGGs. We bailed on the mosque tour and got back to the furry footwear in quick time to find the boy who was watching them had his hands firmly implanted in the warm fur
The road on the way back continued the theme on the way to Agra. There were a number of road accidents and the number by the end of trip to and back from Agra was over twenty.
Each vehicle on the Indian roads will only move out of a vehicle behind it if the following motor blasts it horn. As such, every wagon has 'Blow Horn' painted on its rear. A request which is enthusiastically accepted by all cars trying to get past.
The pick of the bunch of accidents involved a wagon which had driven straight into a tree. Nothing unusual there except the tree was fully grown in the middle of the road. The centre lines of paint simply split around the tree rather than having the tree removed. This theme seems to run true throughout many an Indian life. Instead of doing anything about the rubbish scattered everywhere, the majority simply add to it. If you asked a local where there was a bin, they would tell you to throw it on the floor where you stand.
From seeing the most amazing building in the Taj Mahal to the worst poverty in the side of the road we also seen possibly the craziest sight in the 'Central Institute for Research on Goats'. Classic.
So we were heading back to Delhi to catch the train to Mumbai...