Day 2 in India began with the pilgrimage to the Taj Mahal in Agra (200 miles to the south of Delhi). Our drivers name was Raj and not only does he own a farm but he must be a Hollywood stunt driver in his spare time as he tore down to Agra through a fog that can only be described as the incantation of a mad wizard!! In fact I couldn’t even see Karen in it and she was sitting next to me. This did not bode well for the camera later on.
We arrived in Agra and met our Tour Guide, also Raj*, who after “inviting” us to his wedding proceeded to lead us into the Taj Mahal complex.
We cleared security with a smile after I told the guard that the bulge in my pocket was in fact our other lens for the camera and met our director of photography for the day.
We decided to get some “professional” photos taken as we were convinced that our western camera and photography skills are no match for Agra’s finest! In hindsight it was a great decision as they turned out amazing and he took similar photos on our own camera as well, also he directed the photos like he was Andy Warhol!
“Sir.. One leg here and put arm around ma’am’s shoulder”
The Taj Mahal is indescribable. 22 years and 25,000 workers certainly gets you a sight to behold. I will let the pictures below tell their own story but I would seriously recommend seeing it for yourselves!
After the Taj we visited the customary demonstration and sales pitch and after that spent a few hours at the Agra Fort, which offered really good long distance views of the Taj from its battlements.
Next up was the big drive back to the big smoke and some dinner at a local hotel before we packed up our circus and prepared for the next day and the train to Jaipur – the pink city.