Agra to Jaipur
We'd driven all this way, it would be a shame not to see the Taj Mahal right? We didn't have time to go in, and with our rickshaw with all our stuff in it it was a bit dangerous to leave it, but we thought we'd at least drive up and snap a picture. This would have been easy except it is surrounded by a giant wall. Rick went in search of a decent place to take a shot. There was an hour long wait to get in, and 750 rupees for a single photo was a bit much. A man told him that for 300 rupees he could see the back view, which turned out to be exactly what you'd think when looking at the back of anything. They bribed a gardener to hop over a fence and Rick tried to head down to the river to take a better photo when a group of police, WWII rifles and all, began yelling at him. He was thinking he was about to be thrown in an Indian prison for trespassing, but what they were really saying was "Cobra! Cobra! Get out!"
Anyway, our photos of the Taj Mahal are a bit lack luster but I don't care much for old buildings anyway.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, with the most dramatic event of the day being Rick being asked by the hotel staff to write his contact details in more legible handwriting. We had a lovely moonlight swim in the pool, the result of which is I have contracted some type of affliction that causes me to need to pee every three seconds. I have taken to doing like the locals, and just pulling over and squatting by the side of the road. At least it's helping even out my tan.
