I got up at 5.50am, traffic is light and pleasant, although visibility wasn't great in the dark.
No probs with parcel people today. I weighed my bags, about 16kg, and the bike is 14kg, so still thinking whether to take it home or not.
Chatted to a guy from Bruge Belgium and his Belge Nepali buddy from Ghent. They're having a nice time. The Nepali guy speaks Hindi which helps. I left them, worked out how to find carriage D8 on the Ixigo app (actually works!!), and entered. There was/still is a while family in my seat group. No worries, there is a seat near, space for the bags and then I could enjoy the show.
It is good fun. The kids are drinking cough medicine, I'm chatting with the guy next to me. He is a potato farmer. Everyone is sitting down at last, so v good.
I took a toilet break, a long pee, weighing on my mind for 2 hours.
We arrived.
A bit of footpath hoping to get past the stationary standard collection of fools, all honking and going nowhere, and I arrived at the homestay which looks wonderful, had a tall cup of Masala milk chai no sugar.
For the arvo, I went to the Taj Mahal, just the outside, met Imran Khan the tour guide. He showed me a viewing point.
Chatted to dine boys there.
Went through some crazy streets in some crazy bazaars, got to the most expensive restaurants I've been to, and ate too much. Iran recommended this place, as it's his brother's. Very fancy, but I only ordered one thing: Dahl Takda, too filling!!
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