Like many of the other foreign tourists we woke up at 5am to see the Taj Mahal at sunrise. After a short walk and queue at the gates we entered close to 6am. Unlike many foreign tourists we did not hire a professional photographer to take many pictures of us in hilarious poses, but we did have a good time chortling at these folks.
The Taj Mahal is incredibly impressive but I could not get over how beautiful the gates that flank the Taj on three sides are. They themselves are worthy of a visit by tourists.
We drove to the other side of the Yamuna river to have a better look at the Taj. It was built by Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in loving memory of his third wife Mumtaz Mahal who died giving birth to their 14th child. Two things about this:
1. 14 children?!
2. Sucks to be the 1st or 2nd wife
We did also look at the fort and mini Taj but I only had my phone camera and the photos are nowhere near as good. The day ended with hour long negotiations with our rickshaw driver that we did not want to buy a piece of marble to remember our time here nor a pashmina, no matter how small it folded up! We were also stung paying well over the odds for our train out of there. Depending on what time of the day it is and whether or not there’s moon at night, the Taj Mahal appears to be of different color every time. Some even believe that this changing pattern of colors depict different moods of a woman. If so, I can empathise as my temperament had plummeted from elation to frustration by nightfall. Still though, that Taj is something else.
Disco and Footluce’s high: has to be the Taj Mahal.
Disco’s low: tuck tuk trials and tribulations.
Footluce’s low: spotting a mouse in the bedroom!