Agra to Delhi

I was devastated not being able to partake of the famous Hotel Sheela pancakes, in fact, I couldn't really trust myself to touch anything except for the standard Indian 'cream crackers' that really aren't cream crackers at all, but of the plain variety.

By mid morning I had enough strength to drag myself off to visit the Red Fort. Strangely, I found it more fascinating than the Taj itself. The Taj was absolutely magnificent, but I never took a guide, so didn't find out all the interesting details. The Red Fort on the other hand is huge, and you travel all the way through it (actually only a quarter of it is open to the public and the other 3/4s the army lives in) and it took us 2 hours to see just a small part of it. Our guide was interesting, and Sarah enjoyed his discourse. I struggled through it, sitting down on anything I could find in every room when he started his raving and only just made it through. Shakti Laydu.
The part I liked the most was that the man who built the Taj Mahal (I forget his name) was locked up in the Red Fort by his son (I haven't come to a conclusion yet as to whether it was before he went mad or afterwards) in a room where he could see his Taj across the river.
The room where he stayed was filled with mirrors and the Taj was reflected from every angle into his room. Maybe that's what sent him crazy???

Wednesday afternoon, Sarah and I caught a train to Delhi and found a dive of a hotel to stay in but it was too late to do anything else. I never cease to be amazed at how cheaply you can put yourself up for a night in India.