Internet in Bhinder has been sporadic at best these last couple of weeks  which is the reason for the large gap in information.
 The last weekend bore witness to one of the most historic moments of our  trip thus far. We spent one bumpy night on a sleeping bus (passengers and  drivers) to Agra and we were glad to make it there in one piece!  The consensus is that Agra is a silly place and that the train is a much better  way to travel than the bus. However, despite the loud honky drivers, expensive  fares and dirty streets, the view of the Taj Mahal made this trip well worth our  time. We visited the Taj at 6:30am in a torrential downpour which made for a  unique and most needed experience, it was quite the sight. While tourists fled  to the confines of the intricately carved marble domes for shelter some of our  group preferred to frolic in some of the first rains of the monsoon. When inside  the main chamber the echoed prayers and hushed voices bounce around the dome  creating a soothing sound for listening ears walking on smooth aged marble  floors. We also had the privilege of seeing the Taj from across the river at  sunset where we all sat along the banks watching flowers float by and children  splash in the murky waters.
 The rest of the day was spent frequenting bazaars, getting lost, cooling  off in malls and visiting the only McDonalds ( not a good idea for some in hind  sight....the Chicken Maharaja didn't go over too well). One entertaining aspect  of Agra is the species of wild monkey who roam the streets eating the  power cables and tearing down brick walls. In the city with a large group and  limited Hindi language skills our carefully picked auto-rickshaw drivers proved  quintessentially useful. In addition, Charles L. eagerly flagged down goods  carriers which are essentially small pickup trucks which were happy to cram us  in the back and ferry us wherever we desired even through dodgy police  roadblocks for the right price!
 The journey home was a long journey indeed but time passed fast because of  our ingenuity. On the 12 hour sleeper class train we put on an all night  original train party complete with Bollywood classics blaring on speakers and  matched dancing much to the delight of everyone in the 6 surrounding cars.  Needless to say we met so many people who were more than happy to shove food  down our throats, take our pictures and introduce us to their entire extended  families ( some even invited us to their homes) . We arrived as one very sleepy  team in Chittorgarh at 4am in the morning where we parked ourselves on the  pavement outside, along with an army of sleeping locals until our fantastic  driver Sundar rescued us and drove us to a hotel for breakfast and naps.  Chittorgarh is home to the largest fort in Rajasthan and Asia built by the Mauryans in 7th  century AD. We spent the morning climbing the crumbling walls of the remaining  grand palaces and visiting the various marble  temples within its all encompassing walls. It was well worth the visit and the  sleepy arrival time to see such marvels.
 With one last week of work we bid ya'll adieu. 
 Over and Out
 Ciara and her trusty assistant Ben 
 
 
