Back To The Taj
Trip Start
Jul 25, 2006
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Trip End
Ongoing
After the movie shoot, I returned to Delhi for a few days waiting for my friend Danayi to fly in.
After a few days of diarrhea, Delhi, and dodging auto-rickshaws, taxis, beggars, cows, and well, Delhi in general, it was back to Agra. While I was an old hand at the Taj Mahal after my time there, it was Danayi's first time. We arrived at our hotel, settled in, and began to use the toilet in shifts. There would be a lot of this during our time together. By the end of Danayi's time in India, we had reached a frighteningly casual familiarity with the, well, um, "noises" our bodies made while in distress.
After two nights, we were onto a night train on our way to Varanasi, the holy city of the Ganges.
I've included a few photos just to prove to you naysayers that I, in fact, do have friends. I did not, as some of you might suspect, make up an imaginary friend named Danayi and pay a random tourist to let me take her photo.
After a few days of diarrhea, Delhi, and dodging auto-rickshaws, taxis, beggars, cows, and well, Delhi in general, it was back to Agra. While I was an old hand at the Taj Mahal after my time there, it was Danayi's first time. We arrived at our hotel, settled in, and began to use the toilet in shifts. There would be a lot of this during our time together. By the end of Danayi's time in India, we had reached a frighteningly casual familiarity with the, well, um, "noises" our bodies made while in distress.
After two nights, we were onto a night train on our way to Varanasi, the holy city of the Ganges.
I've included a few photos just to prove to you naysayers that I, in fact, do have friends. I did not, as some of you might suspect, make up an imaginary friend named Danayi and pay a random tourist to let me take her photo.



