The train arrived in Agra a little after 4am, almost two and a half hours early. I wasn't able to get much sleep on the train, and when I did finally doze away, it was time to get off. A rickshaw driver, waiting at the station, takes me to my choice of hotels, the Tourist Guest House, which is full. Tired and possibly delirious, I ask the rickshaw wallah to choose another one and he brings me to the Hotel Akbar.
The hotel is also full, but a room will be available in two hours. I fight with the urge to sleep, frequently losing the battle in the lobby, wishing the ticking seconds would tick on a little faster. Finally, I am led to my room where I meet the previous occupant. The young woman is gathering up her things in anger and disgust. "I can't stand this country," she wails, "I'm so happy I'm leaving!"
Just go. I want the bed.
|Getting around in Agra.|
The next time I am conscious, it's late afternoon. I find a rickshaw and take a quick tour of Agra, just to get familiar with my new surroundings. The driver is very courteous and seems knowledgeable about the city. "There is so much to see. I wish I could find a guide to take me around Agra." I say, joking.
"I know Agra very well. I will take you!" We haggle and finally agree on 40 Rs for the day. He promises to show up at 6am.
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"Without enough sleep, we all become tall two-year-olds."