And here it is, the Taj in all its majestic glory. What the brochures fail to mention though is that the rest of Agra, its hometown, is a total hole. There's nothing else to speak of and you don't want to go out on streets because of all the shit everywhere; cow, dog and most unpleasant of all, human. The sensible amongst us decided the best thing to do would be to get the Taj out of the way, have an afternoon kip and head off to sample the nightlife. Only problem was there isn't any of that either. We did eventually find a bar open beyond 10pm but we strongly suspect it was a "men only" club. Here's Dan with me at the Taj, then with Sam and some strangers at the "bar", then asleep in the parcel shelf of a rikshaw. Good times! Thanks Dan and Martin for the pictures.
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I believe that is your second visit to the Taj, innit..
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