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Another one bites the dust…………….

Plain and simple – I stink at having staff in my house. We just fired our cook and his wife. And by “we” I totally mean “me”.

Just so you know I don’t get rid of staff willy nilly – please remember that we have had Ravi (our house keeper) since the day we got here a year and a half ago. And I am only on our second driver – and the first driver was simply reassigned within hubby’s company so he was not “fired”. We don’t have loyalty issues. But dang it. Another one bites the dust. And this was a two-fer.

If you haven’t been taking notes along the way while reading this blog, this is the 4th cook we have fired. Hubby fired the first 3 because I was just a big fat chicken and simply did not want to deal with it. So Francis and Rani were my first “fire”. I really, truly could have lived my entire life without firing someone. It’s not pretty. There were no cameras, no lights, no dramatic “cue music” like when Donald Trump does it – and certainly no applause. And they did not get to ride home in a limousine.

Francis and Rani have been working with us since October, when cook number 3 (Laxmi) got canned. My first warning sign should have been the day we hired them. They stood in our driveway and called Laxmi’s mother to find out if this was the house that Laxmi worked at and did she know they were interviewing new people. Thick as thieves these guys – literally.

I have been grappling with what to do about Francis and Rani for a few months. When we first hired them, we really liked them. They worked hard and Francis made excellent breads – which forever endeared him in the heart of number one hubby. But then I realized they weren’t honest. Francis was doing the shopping and on the way home from the store, he would rewrite the receipts to his benefit. They were not nice to the guards or the other people working in our home and they were making decisions that were not theirs to make. And they were stealing. They were smart enough about it – my earrings are all still in place but they would take little things that I probably wouldn’t notice.

Just one of the many examples of the things they did that was less than impressive was this – our guard stands outside of our gate in 110 degree heat. He does not get the benefit of the air conditioning like some of the other people who work here. Our guard asked Francis for water. Now, mind you, Francis and Rani used to fill up about 6 large soda bottles a day and take water home with them. But Francis said the guard could not have a glass of water. He never even asked me my opinion. Just decided all on his own that the man guarding my house and my family did not need to be hydrated, while he sat fat and happy in the kitchen with air conditioning. Let me just say this is probably what sealed Francis’ fate because it told me that his heart is black. How can you look at a person standing outside in the heat all day long and deny them a drink of water, especially when your cup literally runneth over? Especially when it frankly is not even your water.

Of course, there were many other things along the way that caused me concern. But the plum that broke the boss’ back was actually just that – a plum. Now, I know this will sound absolutely ridiculous to most of you and as I think about how to write the story so that it makes sense, I am not sure I will be able to find a way.

Most people who have staff here just accept that they will be dishonest sometimes, that they will take a few things here and there, that they just don’t look at life the same way we do. After all, we have so much and they don’t. And most people will argue that it doesn’t really matter if they take things from you as long as they don’t take anything important. A year and a half ago, I would have been incensed by that and argued the morality of it all. Now, I understand that it can make you crazy and if you just don’t think about it – then it is not a problem.

But even after having a long heart-to-heart with Francis and Rani about being honest and playing nice with the other staff, they still thought the rules did not apply to them. These heart-to-hearts are supposed to snap staff back in line faster than a rubber band and buy you a few weeks if not months of no conflict. But it was clear that Francis and Rani did not take me seriously and that they thought I am not the brightest bulb in the pack. Even after I explained to them that I know exactly what is going on in this house and, just because I don’t address something immediately, does not mean I am not aware of it.

Oh “yes, ma’am” they said with heads bowed. “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am, yes ma’am.” Augh.

If you are a parent and you have had this type of discussion with a child, you know just how I felt. It was pretty much “yeah, yeah, yeah” and they went right back to their antics. Immediately right back.

So, I waited until I knew that they had taken something and I asked the guard to check their bags. There it was – a plum. Along with half the contents of the fridge that I had actually given them. I cannot stand for food to go bad – so we give a lot of leftovers to our staff. (Which by they by, means that they are forever making too much food so that there are leftovers – see how this all works.) That day I had asked them to make sure to clean out the fridge and take home the leftovers. And when I walked in to the kitchen, I saw Rani’s bag with a plum in it. Completely separate from the other food. And no, I did not look through her bag – it was sitting on the counter and the plum was right on top.

Right about now, you are probably thinking, well you gave them food – how did they know the plum wasn’t on the menu. Trust me. They did.

Or you might be thinking – seriously a plum? Yes, because enough already.

As I said, there was a lot that lead up to the great plum incident of 2010. And I am writing this – not to get your sympathy or not to earn Francis and Rani your sympathy – but so that I can remember this. This blog is a great big “note to self” for me to remember my experiences here. Already, just a few days later, I am questioning my sanity. How did I let myself get so wrapped up in this? Why can’t I just let some things go?

And now I am left with a plum that is rotting and that cannot do laundry or cook dinner or wash dishes.

But, how can I stand in my own kitchen everyday and look at people who are dishonest and whose hearts are black and pull money out of my wallet to pay them to steal from me?

I will surely never reconcile this whole having staff thing.

Zip it…………

Many expats will tell you that they key to surviving Delhi is occasionally leaving Delhi. And one of the first places they will tell you about is Neemrana Fort. It is about a 2-hour drive from Delhi (of course, that is depending on traffic, so that is a give or take 5 hours guesstimate.). The Fort was built in 1464 AD and it still feels pretty authentic. That sounded kind of silly, huh? How would I know if it was authentic, right? So, maybe I should say it seems like it feels like a fort might have felt a trillion years ago.

The fort boasts 10 levels of the best hide-and-go-seek land in India and is really just a lot of fun. But just so you know, ten levels means lots and lots of stairs! Comfy shoes ladies! Neemrana claims to have all the accommodations of a 5-star hotel – I am not completely sure about that. It has a absolutely different feel than a Ritz or Oberoi – but it is magnificent in its own right. It is certainly clean enough and the food is safe to eat – but it’s not really what I would call fancy schmancy. Of course, to be fair, it’s no Motel 6 either.

The rooms have a nostalgic air about them – with the added benefit of a/c and lights. But the windows are not sealed perfectly. Windows are surely not part of the authentic atmosphere of the fort – but if you are going to claim 5-star status, you might want to add a window here and there. Because the windows are not super air tight, mosquitoes do sneak in – so bring bug spray.

The rooms all have names rather than room numbers and padlocks instead of key cards. Super, super charming. Most of the rooms have patios or balconies with spectacular views of quaint “downtown” Neemrana.

There are also a few activities you can enjoy during your stay.

Every afternoon at 5p, there is a tea/biscuits serving on one of the rooftops. Immediately following the tea, they open a cash bar and this guy performs with his wife. At least, I think it was his wife, she kept her face covered the whole time so I don’t really know for sure who was under there.

You can also ride a camel down to a 9-story step well. This is a pretty cool thing to do. It takes about an hour. If it’s hot, I would recommend not doing this in the middle of the day. Two people can ride each camel and I believe they can get up to 3 camels at a time. So, if this is something you are interested in doing, definitely make reservations at the hotel office. And if remember correctly, the cost of this was 200 rupees per person. Seriously, how can you pass that up?

This guy hangs out near the camels. While he might be their BFF, you can absolutely take my word for it that he is not on the welcoming committee. He apparently had not had his cup of coffee yet and was none too happy to see us. So, if you see him near the camels – steer clear – tee hee – get it? Steer clear! Isn’t he charming? I couldn’t swear to it, but I think this guy was giving me the horn. 😉

This step well is where they dug and dug and dug some more for water. It goes down deep – nine stories – hence the very clever name – 9-story step well. And if you go down, just remember, what goes down must come up. Have a good breakfast first! You are gonna burn some calories!

Coming back up the 9 stories of steps.

You will pass by these villagers on your way to the fort. Some of the children called out for candy. If I did this again, I would definitely put a few lollipops in my pocket.

And then there is the flying fox zip line. This is uber fun and you won’t want to miss it. Kids have to be 10 years old to do it (unless your parents are willing to fib a little). And think twice about doing this if you are pregnant or really, really out of shape. I did it – so that sets the physical fitness bar pretty way down low but it is a good 20 minutes of hiking up a (very) steep hill. You get a resting break every 10 minutes or whenever you need it. But the reward is well worth the trek! And the early morning suggestion absolutely applies here too. This is not something you want to do in the middle of the day heat. They do give you (safe) drinking water to take with you.

This is me bringing up the rear making sure my kids safely make it up ahead of me and that no child gets left behind.

First you get a little training session. How to start, stop, and not fall off the zip line – all the things you’ll want to know before you jump off the side of a very big hill attached to a wire and absolutely nothing else.

And then you zip through the air like a flying fox. And you get to do it 5 times on 5 different lines. And if you anything like me, you are now thinking – “holy zip, batman, does that mean I have to hike up that hill 5 times?” Luckily, one climb up one big arse hill does equal 5 zips. You go up once and zig zag back down.

And the view is great from the top.

And, as with everywhere I go, there were gorgeous flowers every time I turned around.

And this guy jogging his donkeys round and round and round made me feel like I was walking through a National Geographic movie.

If you have been following this blog for awhile, you might remember that sometimes I add a “girlfriend’s guide” to the places we visit. Well here are some tips that might prove helpful…..

All of the meals are served as buffets (kind of expensive especially if your kids prefer plain pasta). Ask for the menu. They do not offer it to you and do not advertise the fact that there is one. But I have heard the french fries are yummy.

The rooms do not have tv, which is absolutely wonderful – unless you your kids are expecting a tv. Bring a deck of cards or a few board games. You won’t miss the tv a bit.

Bring a bathing suit – there is a pool and it’s likely to be hot.

Bring bug spray.

Bring some candles so you can experience what it would have been like at night in the rooms of the fort. Just remember to blow them out before you go to bed. If you actually want to light the candles, bring matches.

When you check out, check your bill carefully. We had a couple of charges that were not ours – that could have totally been an accidental one-time thing – but just in case.

When you check out and leave the entrance with suitcases, they will ask to see your receipt that you have paid the bill. Just have it handy.

Don’t miss the gift shop on the way out. It’s got lots of fun and different stuff in it that isn’t outrageously overpriced.

The literature tells you that you are not allowed to bring your own wine/alcohol into the property. This is where my philosophy of asking forgiveness rather than permission works very well. I didn’t find the wine list to be fantastic or reasonably priced at all – if I remember correctly, your only option is to buy the entire bottle of expensive, not yummy wine. So, do with that info what you will.

Wear comfortable shoes – there is a lot of walking up and down narrow stair cases – which is very fun – but not exactly conducive to high heeled shoes.

Have fun!

If someone had told me 2 years ago……………

That I would no longer take the expiration dates on food seriously

That I would actually ask myself “just how sick could I really get from eating this” before I popped something in my mouth and the possibility would exist that the answer just might be “very”  – and I would still eat it

That I would become a (bigger) fan of silver jewelry

That I would actually understand why tomorrow does not really mean tomorrow and would be able to explain that clearly to other people

That too many choices at the grocery store could actually be overwhelming

That the smell of Downy fabric softener could really make me homesick

That I would branch out beyond butter chicken and briyana and truly enjoy Indian food

That I would find a way to tune out the loud noises of car horns honking and would be able to concentrate even with the car swerving thru the craziest traffic I have ever seen in my life

That I would lose the fascination of seeing cows, elephants, and camels walking down the middle of the street because they have just become a very familiar sight

That I would look at people begging and hope that they did not knock on our car window – and sometimes I would hope that they would not even walk by our car window

That I would take Indians on their first trip to Old Delhi, the Jama Masjid, and Karims and that I would be able to answer a lot of the questions they would have

That I would learn how to text more quickly than my children because no one has voice mail on their phones here

That I would realize the people who work for me might be stealing from me and I would ultimately decide not to care

That I would have to get an “exception” for my children to be allowed to select plain pasta at the school cafeteria and that I would have to insist the teachers not make my children clean their plates (meaning eat all the food on their plate no matter if they say they are full or not) – and that all of this would take 5 meetings, two phone calls, and way too many emails

That I would walk into a shop to buy Nepalese singing bowls and would walk out with a whole new perspective on just about everything

That it is possible that I might know more about Indian history than I know about American history – at least the history of leadership in India

That I would have two dear friends come visit and I would get the chance to share this part of the world with them

That I would pet and get bitten by a tiger

That my blog would be featured in a newspaper article

That I would ride the overnight train

That I would easily learn to use a squat toilet without tinkling on myself

That I would insist that all of our fruits and vegetables be soaked in a bleach solution before we eat them

That I would have stood 10 feet from the Pakistani border

That I would not cook more than 3 meals for my family the entire time I have lived here (and it’s not as sad as it sounds – this does not include preparing s.o.m.e. food that does not have to be cooked – I am still capable of opening a box of cereal)

That I would not care that a man washed and ironed my underwear – even when it was pair that had a whole in it

That one day I will surely miss living here

I would never have believed them.

Turn left at the cow…………

As I told people that I was moving to India, it seems that every other person wanted to know if cows really roamed the streets here. Many, many, many cows have the freedom to go wherever they want to go, whenever they want to go there. They have a “you’re not the boss of me” attitude. So, yes, cows are really very often in the middle of the road. And they happen to get the right of way – apparently even if they are really confused about where they want to go and are taking  a.really.really.long.time.getting.there. 😉

I was confused by this – it is so different from what I was used to – where I come from, cows stay on their side of the pasture – but when everything else on God’s green brown earth is in the middle of the road, what is a little cow here and there?

I think that many people believe that feeding a cow will bring you good luck. So those cows roaming around certainly don’t starve. But perhaps there are better places to set the table than smack dab in the middle of the road.

But why the cow? There is a monkey god, a god with an elephant head – there are rat temples – and so many other animals in the limelight – but I have not heard tales of one single cow god or temple. Yet, it is clear that they are sacred. And not all cows – it’s my understanding that it’s just the milk-producing cows. That means those poor water buffaloes don’t get much respect.

Well, I have learned some of the reasons why the cow is so important to Hindus – beyond the fact that they are tremendously helpful in all aspects of farm life and work for grass – yeah, that’s a win-win.

Many people say that Lord Krishna was a cow herder – he is a big deal – so if he protects cows – it might just be a good idea to do the same.

It is also believed that many Hindus used to have cows as pets – so Hindus not eating beef would be like me not eating cat (makes more sense to me now 🙂 ).

Cow’s milk is also used in many religious ceremonies – cows give us the milk – ahhhh haaaa. Got it. A live cow can continue to give you milk – a dead cow – not so much. Unless you really like buttermilk.

Hindus believe in reincarnation, so killing a cow for food/leather would be like killing your grandmother for a new purse. Yeah, not gonna happen.

But the most magical tale I have heard as to why cows are sacred is the story of Kamadhenu. She was a divine cow and was believed to be the mother of all cows. She grants all wishes and desires. Is it making more sense now? You want her to be revered. She is said to have emerged from the ocean of milk when the gods were churning the ocean (after the recreation of the universe). So, if you pop out of the ocean when the universe is being recreated, you get a little AR  – EE – ES – PEE – EE – SEE – TEE. (Respect – silly).

I heard one other beautiful story, too, of a cow who helped one of the gods during the destruction of the earth. This particular cow was asked to eat all the beautiful things in the world and protect them – and then once the earth was reborn (maybe connected to the story above), the cow gave back all that was good in the world. Does anyone have some details on that storyline? Not knowing any of the gods personally, I cannot seem to verify it.

So that’s it – McDonald’s does not serve beef – or pork (for their Muslim customers). And if some one tells you that you can get a “real” burger at the Hard Rock Cafe – good luck with that!

The bottom line here is that it’s not great to be a chicken in India. Chick-Fil-A – are you listening????

What he said………..

It turns out I am in good company in the blogosphere. The U.S. Ambassador to India has a blog too – it’s called Roaming Roemer – yep his name is Timothy Roemer and he is certainly roaming all over India – to places that most of us would never know about or be able to find. He is rolling up his sleeves and getting his hands dirty – and sometimes getting them clean. Tim Roemer is advocating for better education, cleaner water, better opportunities for women and children, and so much more. Check out his blog and you can see the real work that is happening in India and how America is being allowed to participate in it. It’s interesting stuff for sure!

the Silver Temple in Amritsar………

Nope, that is not a mistake – there is certainly a Golden Temple in Amritsar, India (it is the highest of all Sikh temples and you can read more about it here) – but there is also a Silver Temple in Amritsar. It is a Hindu temple modeled after the Golden Temple – and it looks a lot like the Golden Temple except it is (much) smaller and the lines are (much) shorter. The temple is also known as the Sri Durgiana Temple.

The Silver Temple got its name from the beautiful silver doors that adorn the entrance ways.

I was told this guy is the founder of the temple and he welcomes you outside the gate. Actually he is facing the entrance, so it would be more accurate to say he bids you farewell.

This bell is all full of awesomeness. Many temples have bells. I have been told they serve two purposes – one, to let God (or the gods) know you are there and two, to scare the evils away. Either works for me.

This is one of the prayer books.

There are statues of gods everywhere – by some accounts, Hinduism hails over 1 million gods – this one is Ganesha. He is known as the “remover of obstacles”. He watches over you when you try anything new. He is a good friend to have!

This one is Lord Hanuman – the monkey god and is seemingly the most popular of the Hindu gods.

This guy protects you when you travel. (I cannot remember his name, so if you know it, please share it.) So, we visited with him for a minute and took a picture with him just to make sure we had evidence that he knew we were there.

You can see performances in honor of the Goddess Durga while you are there. Apparently it is quite an honor to be selected for the performance – I think someone forgot to this little one that. 😉

According to Wikipedia, Durga “manifests fearlessness and patience, and never loses her sense of humor, even during spiritual battles of epic proportion.” Yep, it would be (very) good to have her on your side.

A lot of people in India like to have their picture taken and then they like to see the image on the camera screen. This guy asked me to take his picture. So I did, then I showed it to him. He was very, very excited. So, he asked our tour guide to ask me to mail it to him. Sure, that’s easy enough. He wrote down his number with a big honkin’ smile on his face.

Then he figured if it worked once, maybe he could ask again. You can imagine that once was charming, twice was amusing, but we were quickly approaching “enough already”. I took the second picture and showed it to him and then we wanted to get on our way. But he must have been concerned that we weren’t taking him seriously because he asked us to stop and he pulled out a piece of paper – he wanted us to know for sure that he was legit – so he showed us his medical release papers – from the mental hospital. Fantastic.

I have not mailed the pictures yet – and it isn’t because I misplaced his address – I know right where it is – it’s somewhere in my house. And when I find it I will mail it. 😉

Easter in India……..

Did you know that there are nearly 30 million Christians in India? Me either. Well, make that 30 million and five.

I just assumed that Christianity came to India with the British – but that does not seem to be the case. Apparently, one of the Apostles – St. Judas Thomas – was brought to India around 52 AD to build a temple. While he was there, he converted a few people.

French missionaries began arriving in the 1300s. And then around 1500, the Portuguese arrived in India and started trying to convert Indians to Christianity under the Pope’s edict to baptize people all around the world.

The British surely had their own influences too when they arrived in the 1600s but really did not begin their missionary work until the 1800s.

I got a few emails from friends asking me how in the heck we celebrated Easter in India.

Let me start by saying, if you are moving to India and you plan to celebrate Easter in India, bring some of those plastic eggs with you. Bring extra in case you have a friend or two who did not bring them. You’ll be the belle of the ball, I promise.

The hardest thing about Easter in Delhi is that there is no family in Delhi – that and the fact that they simply do not sell those little plastic eggs here. But the rest is pretty much the same.

We woke up delighted that the Easter Bunny found us so far away from home. And we got dressed for church – there is a lovely international church that is Christian but non-demoninational. And someone – I cannot imagine who – thought it would be best to attend the 9:30am service so that the rest of the day was pretty wide open – only that someone – again, I cannot imagine who – got the times messed up. It seems that there was a breakfast at 9:30am and the service actually did not begin until 11am. Ooops.

So, the hubby and the kids were dressed in their most uncomfortable finest shoes and clothes for an extra hour and a half. Ooops.

It turned out okay though because we just hopped over to the American club and enjoyed a very quiet early brunch. We literally had the whole restaurant to ourselves – because everyone else checked the schedule and knew just what time the Easter service started. Ooops.

Then we came home and lazed around. We ended the day with a proper Easter meal at the Hard Rock Cafe and a call to our families.

East meets West…………..

Lots and lots of people call India the land of extremes. Sometimes pictures explain it better than words.

This is a western woman buying t-shirts from some local Indian women in Goa. Goa is in southern India – the more conservative area of India. They did not agree on the prices and there was quite a discussion. I just sat amused as I watched East meet West. Notice how different their clothing is.

And then her friend came to help out.

Yes, I know, Sports Illustrated will not be hiring me as a swim suit model photographer any time soon. I think I was laughing too hard to properly focus. And please no comments on whether or not this woman should be wearing a thong. This post isn’t about her fashion choices. Believe me, there were worse fashion choices to be seen. I saw my first real-life man in a thong – nope, don’t e.v.e.r. need to see that again.

And then this lady gave it a try. I could not help imagine what the women were thinking as they walked away from each other.

Hin-du-stan v. Pak-i-stan…………

Every night right outside of Amritsar in India and Lahore in Pakistan, there is a border closing ceremony between the two countries – India and Pakistan. It is called the Wagah Border Retreat Ceremony. The point of the ceremony  is to lower the flags of the two nations and officially close the border for the night.

In 1947, the village that existed at this point where the Radcliffe Line was drawn became split between India and Pakistan and it remains the only place to cross the border by road between the two countries.

The best way to describe the ceremony is kind of, sort of like a U.S. college football game. Kind of. Sort of. There are dancers instead of cheerleaders and there are soldiers instead of players. And, instead of a ball, they have guns and each soldier gets his own gun – so no balls, but lots of guns. See what I mean – kind of, sort of but not exactly? There are also crowds and they cheer their ever-lovin heads off. There are even bands that play really loudly in the background. But eat before you go, because there are no hot dog or beer vendors. Not even cotton candy – but you can get popcorn and balloons on the way out. (Just don’t buy them on the way in because they won’t let you take them in the stadium.)

The entire program is announced in Hindi and I guess Urdu. I don’t understand a lick of either language – so please don’t ask me for exact translations. Basically they are saying:
Go team
We are better than you
Are not
Are too
Says who
Says me, that’s who

But remember, that is a loose translation.

I did, however, understand when the Indian side yelled HINNN-DOO-STAHN  and the Pakistani side answered with PAHK-EEE-STAHN.

It is quite the occasion and if you ever get the chance to go, I highly recommend it. Let me be sure to say that I would not plan an entire vacation around this, but if you are a.n.y.w.h.e.r.e. near it, don’t miss it.

The stadium…

The security – these guys sat right behind us – fully loaded – I am not sure if that made me feel better or not.

The cheerleaders dancers………

The gates………….

The gates had to be opened before they were closed………

Team Pakistan……………

The flags……….

The flags coming down……they are brought down together so that neither country has the “advantage”….

The gates closing again………

Team India…..

A few good things to know.

If you can get VIP seating – do it. Really – don’t hesitate – just say thank you and move on to a very uncrowded spot with a fantabulous view. Otherwise it is open seating and that means about 8,000 of your new best friends enter the gates at the same exact time as you do and rush for a seat. VIP seating is way better. And the security lines are much shorter.

Speaking of security – you will be screened at least twice.

I have been told that you are not allowed to take a bag in. I have also heard no cameras. We did not take in bags but we did take cameras in our hand. During the ceremony people sitting near us were asked to not take pictures. I was standing on my seat snapping away and no one said anything to me. So this is something you will definitely want to clarify before you go.

You should plan on walking a fair distance from the parking area to the stadium and back (you can actually take a rickshaw up to it but you must walk back). Comfy shoes are a good idea.It’s really not that far – but I would hate for you to be surprised by it.

And remember, you are not allowed to take your cell phone so clarify with your driver exactly where he will meet you before you head to the stadium. Have him point to it and say right here. You won’t be able to call him when you leave the stadium because you won’t have your phone.

We did not have to use the restrooms while we were there but I always feel it is a good idea not to need to use them when there are that many people who might need to do the same thing.

The whole ceremony lasts about 30 minutes max.


On a recent trip to the Taj Mahal, I met the most amazing tour guide. He was Muslim but really he was everything. I don’t think I have ever met a person with such an open heart and kind spirit. Really. His perspective on everything was open minded and cheerful. He prayed to Allah on our behalf in the dome of the Taj Mahal, he told us Hindu stories, he simply embraced all that is good in the world.

One of my friends asked him how Indians feel about the British – how they ruled – the after effects of their leaving – just in general.

He said that some people were probably resentful. And then he held up a bottle of water and said, “But if you give me a bottle of water, then take back a capful of water, I am still left with a very full bottle of water.”

This is my new perspective. I still have a very full bottle of water – and, yes, you can remind me of that if you see the need to! 😉

And if you need a tour guide the next time you are in Agra – Ali is the guy!

+91 93585 06021

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