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24.01.07 Sad point: Agra

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Понедельник, 05 Марта 2007 г. 13:28 + в цитатник
The second day I went to Agra. But not by tourist bus as expected. They said “no tourist bus today. You’ll go by the same taxi”. So I went with Suraj together again.

In Agra I found an expensive restaurant, a cold hotel (especially in nighttime), a lot of muslims (who could be dangerous for traveling alone girl like me) and a funny Internet café with only one computer in it.

This day I found I didn’t like guides at all, because there was a guide with me in Taj-Mahal. He knew exactly his purpose: to tell me everything he knew about it. But I wanted to feel, not to know facts. There was only one good thing about my guide: he made a picture of mine near Taj-Mahal. The truth is I didn’t really want to see Taj (before going to India I decided to go there only because Taj-Mahal is a kind of symbol of India). After this place I had a headache… :(

So in the end of this day I felt empty and sad. Suraj went to his brother in Agra, I stayed in hotel. He said of course “If you want to go somewhere just call me. I will go with u. Don’t go alone.” I was really happy to hear this, that I was not alone in this place I didn’t like. But I didn’t call Suraj, because I didn’t want go anywhere. I just felt sad, cold and lonely. Too cold. I put all my winter clothes on me but it was still cold. So what I did – I went out my cold room to the balcony of a hotel. And I was sitting there, it seemed to me in that place was a bit warmer. That time I really needed somebody close to talk with. And I called to my best friend in Russia. (That is how I spent almost all my money on the sim-card, that caused a lot of problems later). That conversation… I was complaining… can you imagine me, complaining? I was really close to cry that time. Cultural shock, maybe it was this? I felt better after this conversation, my dark sadness turned to light one, if you understand what I mean.

Then a guy near me appeared. He talked to me friendly, helped me (he even brought one more blanket to my room). That’s how a bad thing became a good one. That’s what I like in India.

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