Train from Agra to Delhi. Survived. Barely held on without the impending breakdown. I'm sure that will come after landing in Dallas. Imagine a child with only one leg, scooting and hopping along the outdoor train station. Staring Indian men, women and children wondering who you are and what you're doing in their county. Once on the train, you try to make eye contact with no one, but somehow it happens again, and again. Thank God for Alvey and her maternal ways, creating a safe haven for first-time Indian travelers during times of overwhelming uncertainty. Mass chaos and an indescribable fear that is not, or rarely found in America.
Arrive in Delhi at the amazing Trident resort. Dinner. Wine. Sleep. Breakfast. Tour. Pictures to come.
Sleepy with an early side of morning. First Delhi agency visit begins at 8 a.m.
To novel experiences and humble appreciation.
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