Getting out of Delhi in spite of the rush hour was quite easy; the road thereafter could have been any highway anywhere in the world, all be it, without any regard to road rules. The landscape was flat, full of small agricultural farms. Not any opportunities to take photos.
Getting into Agra is a different experience altogether; in comparison with Delhi, Agra was even more chaotic, we saw it all, cows, donkeys, pigs, dogs, cars, buses, cyclists, pedestrians, rickshaws, tuktuks, horse and carts, scooters, motorbikes, baboons....you name it, it was there and somehow the traffic flows and everyone gets on with their lot without road rage.
Wish the photos could capture the atmosphere. Yet to see a blue sky, there is a permanent haze which doesn’t make for good photography.
Took the opportunity to see the Taj Mahal from the banks of the holy Yumuna river. Photos don’t do it justice...Shah Jahan must have loved his wife, Mumtaz Mahal very dearly to build a mausoleum of this timeless monument.
As dusk approached the atmosphere on the road got even more exciting with lights on, horns blaring, everyone avoiding each other (it’s better than any road race) to take oneself safely home. We settled for a lovely authentic Indian vegetarian meal which cost us less than $20 before heading back to our hotel.
Cycling or even driving here is not for the faint hearted. But if we did, it sure would be colourful.
Getting into Agra is a different experience altogether; in comparison with Delhi, Agra was even more chaotic, we saw it all, cows, donkeys, pigs, dogs, cars, buses, cyclists, pedestrians, rickshaws, tuktuks, horse and carts, scooters, motorbikes, baboons....you name it, it was there and somehow the traffic flows and everyone gets on with their lot without road rage.
Wish the photos could capture the atmosphere. Yet to see a blue sky, there is a permanent haze which doesn’t make for good photography.
Took the opportunity to see the Taj Mahal from the banks of the holy Yumuna river. Photos don’t do it justice...Shah Jahan must have loved his wife, Mumtaz Mahal very dearly to build a mausoleum of this timeless monument.
As dusk approached the atmosphere on the road got even more exciting with lights on, horns blaring, everyone avoiding each other (it’s better than any road race) to take oneself safely home. We settled for a lovely authentic Indian vegetarian meal which cost us less than $20 before heading back to our hotel.
Cycling or even driving here is not for the faint hearted. But if we did, it sure would be colourful.
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