December 31st aka NEW YEARS EVE
So, as I stated before, I very much dislike Agra. It showed me the worst of India: prostitution out of my own hotel, so much more poverty lining the streets, pick-pocketing galore, sexism to it's max, and disformed people forced to beg on the streets. One little girl still haunts my thoughts.
But, I did see the Taj Mahal. And how many people can say they were at the Taj and New Years Eve?! Honestly, it wasn't as big of deal as it's made out to be. My favorite part of going was the picture taking and the scrubs we had to wear over our feet. Yes, it is absolutely stunning: 3 types of marble inlayed with gems of all kinds, but I would've much rather spent my time in Jaipur.
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| High Value Ticket Holders Ladies, Indian Ladies, and High Value Ticket Holders Gents. Super lame, but some European ladies gave us a show by fighting with the guards about it, and eventually WINNING! :) |
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| Go HUSKERS! :) |
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| Henna-tattooed-hand touching the Taj |
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| Scrubs! (to wear inside) |
After a quick shopping spree, we drove all the way back to Delhi, and flew to Hyderabad. I was welcomed to my new home exactly at midnight by New Year's Eve Fireworks!
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| I haven't eaten McDonalds in over 5 years, but at the New Delhi Airport, it just seemed right. ha. |
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