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Day 65


The fourth day of our trip, we had some time in the morning to relax and have the buffet breakfast. Then we took a short trip to Agra Fort. Akbar started building it and then each one of his sons and grandsons added onto it. It turns out to be this rather large complex that felt like a play ground where we could explore all the nooks and alleys. It is also said to be the place where Shah Jahan, the builder of the Taj Mahal, stayed during his last final years "inprisoned" by his son. We saw this "prison" and to me it looked like a palace (complete with a marble floor parcheesi board), but who knows, maybe it was a downgrade from what he was used to. It was a lot of fun (although quite hot) to walk around the fort. I even saw a ferret running around! There was a little alley way that looked like the ladies bazaar that we saw before and a "bath house" that looked was a dark room with drains going everywhere. It also has an amazing view of the Taj, which is across the river. After walking around, and getting drenched with sweat, we went back to the hotel, packed, had lunch, and got back on the bus to head out of Agra. On the outskirts of Agra is Akbar's mausoleum. You walk through the outter gate to see large gardens (farther than you can see). Complete with deer running through them. Then there is a large walk way through the middle and the tomb is at the opposite side. Of course, as soon as we got there (like everyday at 3 pm) it started to POUR rain. That's why there is a lack of pictures. So we had to run down the middle walk way to the tomb. There you enter a strangly undecorated walkway (full of bats) into a hollow center that has a single white marble tomb. There is a attendent in there who sings and his voice echos beautifully off the plain white walls. It's quite surene. Then we waited ten minutes and the rain let up so that we could walk back to the gate. There were lots of other little tombs, but we did not have time to see them. We got back onto the bus and took the 7 hour bus ride back to Delhi. We were all exhausted but we made it safe and everybody seemed to have enjoyed the trip.

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