The Taj Mahal certainly deserves its official title as one of the seven wonders. The inlaid marble work is simply exquisite and the overall impressiveness of the building makes one stair in awe. I had a guide show me around and explain the history. Simply writing about the Taj is no way to appreciate it. I am glad I have had the opportunity to see it for myself.

After seeing some shops in Agra, my driver took me to Mathura and Brindavan. These places are off the beaten path for most western tourists as was quite obvious by the stairs I got. Thousands and thousands of Hindu pilgrims visit Mathura as it is the birthplace of Lord Krishna. Myself, a boat rower, and a guide drifted down the river to a temple located on the water. I didn’t quite understand everything that was going on but the site was beautiful. I saw where Krishna is said to have been born and I repeated a prayer that protected my family. They asked for a donation (Rs 10,000!), but were quite understanding when I told them I was only a student and offered Rs 20. Brindavan is a beautiful temple on the way back to Delhi. Hundreds of Hindus were inside singing songs and walking through the beautiful courtyards. Unfortunately, photography was strictly not allowed.

I did wander around Delhi quite a bit. I met Dana and her sister Maya and we toured the Red Fort together. We ran from building to building to avoid the rain and had a great time. After lunch, we purchased sweets, talked in the park, and then went back to Metropolis for drinks. The streets of Paharganj are certainly a curious place.