Part 3
Day 7 and 8: Jaipur to Agra
5.5 hoursNon-AC bus

After Jaipur, Agra just seems so…bland…We sort of went there just to take that ‘all-important’ Taj Mahal photo. It’s a very ‘tourist’ city, which takes away some of the flavor of the place. The boss of our hotel (Sai Palace) was very very perverted; more about that later. Oh, we met up with Juro again! He was there for the night, and we had breakfast with him the minute we reached agra because his train left in 30mins, haha=) It was so nice to meet up with people you travelled with in other cities. Notice the Taj Mahal in the background!

We paid 750 rupees to enter the Taj, and I felt that it wasn’t worth the money. The inside of the Taj was nice, but it was like…that’s it? Haha..the view of the Taj is much more majestic than the Taj itself, but here are the photos. We dressed our best for these photos btw, and everyone wanted photos with us, haha. It was so crowded!

The place was huge though; notice my size!

We were so bored that Zoe made me dance around for artistic shots. So embarrassing! Notice the guy behind laughing at me…haha…

Anyways, here is the photo everyone has of the Taj and its reflection…haha=)

Here’s the Agra fort:

Anyways, back to the perversion of the hotel boss. He kept putting his arm around me and hugging me when he made a joke, as if we were best buddies. That’s not the worst! We asked him to hire some masseurs for us that night for 150 rupees an hour, and he said he will get some people from the beauty parlor down the street. It was pretty late when we got home that night…in the end, him and his 3 employees ended up massaging us! Wtf…he said the masseurs were coming…the first one came, and I was like…he looks familiar…but didn’t think much about it. The second guy came after 15mins, and I definitely saw him working at the hotel. He was the cook for bloody sake! And the third guy, and the boss himself. I found it pretty funny at that point in time, because everything was so unprofessional (they even had to borrow Zoe’s moisturizer), and they did not know how to give massages at all! One guy was like caressing the whole time! I kept saying, harder! Also, the 4 guys rotated among us, as if they wanted to ‘feel’ all 3 tourists. In the end we got ‘massaged’ by the cook, the boss, the rubbish man, and the receptionist; the boss insisted they were masseurs…wtf…we even had to pay them! At least the guy that massaged Zoe was good. The other 3 were horrible. No wonder she didn’t complain. Poor Azusa and me though. It was so uncomfortable, yet funny. I just treat it as an interesting experience, haha…The boss had the cheek to ask us to not tell others about it, because he normally doesn’t provide such services, but did it because we were friends…haha..wtf…

That’s the boss and Zoe. When do we ever have to put our heads on the masseur’s lap when getting a massage? Just so wrong, haha…Such a perverted look...

Anyways, weird experiences aside, here are some photos of us in the city, and getting caught in the rain.

Day 8 and 9: Agra -> Kolkata
20 hrsNon-AC train (Sleeper)4 hours late

We made a huge mistake. We were on the train on the 29th, but our ticket was for the 28th. So we were ‘ticketless’! Our 2nd illegal train ride home. Luckily, we were in the tourist cabin, and the Bangladeshis there helped us talk to the conductor. Being a tourist had its privileges, though Zoe and I had to share a bed. We had a huge fight with this guy on the train because he accused us of stealing his stuff and not being grateful that he helped us out with our ticket, and was almost thrown down the train (because he was childish and called the conductor, saying we were disturbing him). Luckily, some guys from the other cabin came to help us. There was this particular Indian guy who was really really cute (maybe it’s because he came to our rescue), and it was such a pity I didn’t get to talk to him or say goodbye when he left. I’m such a sucker for nice guys, haha.