Watching the sun set from the beach, on the river behind the Taj Mahal, was the best and cheapest way to experience the breathtaking wonder of the world. My friends and I sat in the cool sand and attempted broken Hindi with locals. And wore the occasional beard.
In the late evening, it was wild to observe men on the Agra rooftops conducting a well-choreographed routine with their squads of trained pigeons. With a series of whistles, they control a group of about 30 birds swooping through the air. I got it on video, don’t worry.
Paneer butter masala and malai kofta. Yum. Cheesy, buttery goodness.
I woke up for the sunrise back on the roof of our hotel, and loved seeing the warm light spill across the city. Big monkeys popped out of the shadows onto the rooftops to begin their day, and about six local mosques commenced their morning call to prayer, only with a pleasantly un-synchronized two-minute delay between all of them.
PS:
(There have been clouds in Hyderabad this week, and there have been absolutely beautiful skies. I missed clouds! But the heat is getting a bit outrageous, and my farmer's tan is becoming comical.)
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