Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Somebody's Driving...
After twelve hours crammed into a train, we ran to catch another to
Agra to see the Taj Mahal. It took two hours sitting on the floor between the carriages with ten others before we realised the train was going in the opposite direction... hmmmm. Luckily five of those ten were the most welcoming students I've come across.
They invited us to alight at the only stop on this express-train-to-where-we-didn't-want-to-go, Kanpur. Never heard of it. The guide books call it The most polluted city on earth and they're not far wrong. But we were taken on a motorbike tour of the surrounding villages, temples and their families' homes. So our accidental diversion turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I'm not driving this trip anymore, somebody else is...
After twelve hours crammed into a train, we ran to catch another to
Agra to see the Taj Mahal. It took two hours sitting on the floor between the carriages with ten others before we realised the train was going in the opposite direction... hmmmm. Luckily five of those ten were the most welcoming students I've come across.
They invited us to alight at the only stop on this express-train-to-where-we-didn't-want-to-go, Kanpur. Never heard of it. The guide books call it The most polluted city on earth and they're not far wrong. But we were taken on a motorbike tour of the surrounding villages, temples and their families' homes. So our accidental diversion turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I'm not driving this trip anymore, somebody else is...
# posted by JJ : 8:10 a.m.
