Out of the smog and into the fog – Dehli to Agur

Out of the smog and into the fog – Dehli to Agur
Agra, India

Agra, India

The realisation – how little my material possessions mean to me – how much wifi and music mean to me. What I don’t have now, I don’t need. I found myself content in these moments… Until I needed something from my lost bag. It was cold and overcast. Leaving the hotel in Dehli, the on the go rep advised there was no news on my bag and that a month ago, a couple flying Emirates had the same thing happen. Their bags arrived the day they were to fly out of India. Wasn’t quite the uplifting story of hope I’d expected. Now for the 5 hour bus ride to Agra. Finding the joys in the little things – bottled water, maintaining an accurate running tally of how many people I saw urinating and deficating on the side of the road. The number ones and number twos… The wee’s and poo’s. The change of scenery was gradual after a couple of hours on the road, the horns and beeping no longer polluted my ear canals… There were fields in place of buildings and chaos.. It was nice. Vansh warned our group that Agra was not safe alone. The people were not friendly and the crime rate was high. Agra made up for this by having diet Pepsi. It officially kicked Dehli’s butt. Cows lined the streets and the fresh produce was abundant. Water melons, bananas, apples, grapes, paw paw, pomegranates, carrots, beans and various other fruit and veg. Strange fact, the carrots in india are red, not orange like in most other countries. Our hotel in Agra was quite special. Walking through the glass doors, I was immediately hit with the heavy perfume of roses. Rose petals were placed on the white marble floors of the lobby to frame the entrances and exits. Plus, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the lobby for good measure. Onto the Taj Mahal for the afternoon. The Taj (we’re on a first name basis) looks and feels like a dream or a mirage (if you block out the thousands of other people visiting). The most majestic of all the sights so far. Built by Shah Jahan, it’s not a temple, nor a house or a palace. It is the tomb of Shah Jahan’s third wife Mumtaz Mahal (Arjumand Bano Begum). Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal were married for 17 years before she died giving birth to their 14th child. The Taj Mahal is constructed entirely of white marble and semi precious stone inlays taking a total of 22 years to complete! A labour of love and a sight like no other. It did not disappoint. I’d received news from the tour rep my bag had been located and was being sent to the hotel in Dehli. They were going to organise for it to be delivered to me with another tour that we’d meet up with in Jaipur the next night. (Insert Bollywood music, burka and bindi) Still rocking the same clothes for the third day in a row like the sexy handbag-packer that I am. Handbag packer is the term used for back packing without a back pack.. I made that up… I’m probably more of a luxe gypsy now. Have developed an even deeper connection with my phone… Mainly for its music and photo taking capabilities. I think we’re going steady.

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