The Taj Mahal is every bit as beautiful as they say it is. Another morning up before the sun to greet it with new light dancing on this 350 year old marble marvel. Seeing this at dawn was not only for the lighting, but to beat the crowds as well. By 8 am Indian Tour buses were pouring in by the droves all wearing matching white baseball hats so they don't lose eachother. One of the seven wonders, and the greatest momument to Love ever to be built. A somewhat crazy Moghul King built it for his beloved wife who died while giving birth to her 14th child. It's another one of these Indian bubbles. To arrive you walk through streets lined with undescribable rotton smells, trash, VERY persistant and annoying rickshaw drivers, begging children putting on the saddest faces despite their nice shoes, and then it is pristine, peaceful, and something so magestic and sublime that you forget all that just happened. Poof.
The city of Agra here is not a place I want to spend more than 24 hours. So onward I go to catch an overnight train to see some wild Tigers! To one of India's most remote Tiger reserves that has the highest chances of Tiger sightings. The next time you hear from me I should be in Varanasi to witness the burning Ghats for my last days before catching the plane back to the States!
Love to everyone.
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