DEHLI (and Agra)
I liked Dehli more than I thought I would.  It wasn’t as crowded and polluted as I
expected, and it had quite a few interesting sights, nice restaurants and relatively fun
areas (no nightlife, of course).  Where we stayed, Connaught Place, was especially
pleasant.
Below: The Quth Minar, which is the largest stone pillar in India.  From left to right, we have
Rob (from Canada) and Jean-Paul (from Luxembourg), two fun guys we met at our
guesthouse.  They are both wrapping up their respective one-year trips.  
Clockwise from top left: posing with professional models (they get paid to have their photo taken, so I guess that
qualifies them as models); in front of Humayun's Tomb; the effect of sandals on foot tan lines (people looked at us
quite oddly as we took this photo).
Below: This tuk-tuk driver was awesome—he always
quoted a fair price, didn’t try to drop you off at some store
against your will (to get a commission) or pull any other
scam, and didn’t unnecessarily honk the horn—so we had no
problem helping him out when he got a flat.  
Above: The Baha’i House of Worship, which is open to
people of any faith who wish to pray.  I had never heard
of this religion, but apparently they believe in: “the
oneness of mankind, the common foundations of all
religions, the essentially harmony of science and
religion, equality of men and women, elimination of
prejudice of all kinds, universal compulsory education,
and universal peace.”  Not bad, as religions go.
An absurd thing happened outside this House of Worship.  A random local asked Keith to hold his baby.  Keith
complied.  Then he instructed Jean-Paul and me to stand on either side of the Keith, and he snapped a photo.  
Then it happened:  the baby pissed all over Keith.  I’m not sure why he wanted the photo in the first place, or why
the baby wasn’t wearing diapers, but it certainly was amusing for all parties involved.
The Jama Masjid, India's biggest mosque, built by Shah Jahan of Taj Mahal fame.
Pet peeve #1: Extremely aggressive touts, hustlers, and salesmen.  I could write pages about this, but the bottom
line is that they incessantly bother (and often touch) you regardless of what you say, refusing to take "no" for an
answer, and testing your patience.  For example, there are only so many times you can say “No, sir, I will not buy
your giant balloon/miniature drum/hammock because [insert ironclad rationale here], so please leave me alone.  
Thank you and good luck.”  We’ve learned that nothing polite you can say will get rid of them.
Dehli street sights
Pet peeve # 2: Pushy people in lines. One cannot avoid waiting in numerous slow-moving lines while in India.  But
the bad part is that the people behind you invariably push their whole bodies up against you (sometimes resting
their hand on your back), as if that will somehow speed the line up.  I’ve tried shoving backwards (relatively
gently), and also turning around and coldly staring the guy in the eye, but both seem to have only temporary
effects.  Within 10 seconds, they’re pressed up against you again.  You are just doomed to be spooned throughout
the entire line.  My other complaint is that people cut the line, squirming in front of you while completely ignoring
you.  I usually let them squeeze their way in and get comfortable (which means pushing the guy in front of them).  
Then I enjoy reclaiming my spot in front of them in a very exaggerated and blatant way.  The confusion on their
faces is priceless.
AGRA
We suffered through a pretty brutal day on a bus (from 6am to 1am) to see the Taj Mahal,
but it can't be missed.  We first stopped at Agra's Red Fort.
That's it for India.
Now we're off to Kathmandu, Nepal.