So, each quarter we have a break. Fall and spring breaks are relatively short; days off plus a weekend. A group of us decided to go down to Delhi. I was originally planning on going camping but decided that I would give Delhi a second chance after the nightmare it was when I first got here. My buddy, Saahil, has a house there and offered to take us and let us stay there since his parents are in London.
We took the train down right after school and got in around 11. A friend of ours, Kapil, picked us up and we ended up crashing as soon as we got to Saahil's place. The next morning we got up bright and early and headed to Agra, home of the Taj Mahal.
Part of the Taj. This is the main gate to get to the main part. It's full of symbolism. The king built the Taj for his wife who died in childbirth with their fourteenth child. The eleven bulb-like things on top represent the eleven years it took to build. The designs around the archway are actually Arabic script for the first fourteen books of the Quran, for the kids. The tiny things are people.
Group Shot.
(Front Row: Me, Jennie, & Megan
Second Row: Saahil, Megan, & Nan)
We were supposed to be cheesing it up, but, apparently, I'm the only one who got the memo.
(Front Row: Me, Jennie, & Megan
Second Row: Saahil, Megan, & Nan)
We were supposed to be cheesing it up, but, apparently, I'm the only one who got the memo.
This is the mosque that is to the east of the actual mausoleum. There's an identical building on the other side that they kept referring to as a guest house. Kinda creepy to have a guest house if you ask me.
Heading into the Taj. No photography inside so this is as far as you get. You can't go down to the actual tombs but the builder (a Turkish guy) had the sense to build a replica above. The walls are all inlaid with precious and semi-precious gems. It's a pretty stellar sight to see.
One of the four towers. They're actually built with a ~2 degree tilt outside so that in the event of a natural disaster they'll fall outward rather than on the Taj.
The Red Fort. The king who built the Taj was almost immediately overthrown by his son as soon as the Taj was finished. He was then imprisoned here where he could just see the Taj. We didn't get to go here because we ran out of time. When dad and Cindy come in December I think we'll hit this first and then go to the Taj at sunset.
Tourists lounging. Almost immediately after taking the photo two guys came up to me and asked for my picture. You get that a lot around here, "OOOO a white person! Let's get their picture!" It's even worse for Megan since she's a redhead.
The gate to Akbar's tomb. He was a Muslim emperor. We went here since we couldn't get to see the fort. Indians are really fond of these huge tombs. Delhi is covered with them.
Akbar's actual tomb. This place wasn't quite as touristy. In fact, it was rather dead.
After the first day we just relaxed and actually slept in for a bit. We went to one of the markets and met up with Kapil and Teeran who had been doing there own thing. We had lunch with them and then spent the evening at Kapil's. He lives outside of Delhi and has his own factory making gaskets. Without going into too much detail, there was lots of fun there. Finally, on Saturday we just lounged until the afternoon. We were heading in to the city to go to another market when Kapil's engine literally dropped out of the car. It was a rather interesting experience to go through being stranded on the side of an Indian highway and all. The last thing we did was go to a place called Dillihaat. It's a huge outdoor market with booths clustered together from all parts of India. It was cool to see the stuff but really too touristy for me. We all got up early this morning to catch our train back up and we had a relatively uneventful trip up. I've just been unpacking, going through emails, etc.
Guess I should do something productive before it is actually Monday and not Sunday anymore.
Guess I should do something productive before it is actually Monday and not Sunday anymore.
3 comments:
So incredible, James! The beauty of the Taj Mahal (or "the Taj" as you locals call it, eh?) is really breathtaking; I can't imagine what it's like in person!
Glad you had a little time to rest and recharge. I cannot believe it's been a quarter of a year already! But I guess what the say is true, time flies whether you're having fun or not.
I hope with all my heart that you are having fun. Love you!
AMAZING....
I had no idea you were so(relatively) close to the Taj.
Nice work.
So happy to hear that your 2nd time in Delhi wasn't such a nightmare. Though I'd have no idea what to do if my engine fell off on an Indian highway. Triple A?
You have people ask to take your picture, too? Caucasian freak show.
Take care. Don't eat poop.
So don't leave me in suspense! What do you do when your motor drops out of your car along an Indian highway?
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