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The Indian Air Force Museum


After searching out the Tourist Office for advice on which bus to take, not so easy as there were literally hundreds of impersonators trying to flog dodgy tours at inflated prices, I headed out to Palam, a suburb out by the airports. There was a vacant seat on the bus even though people were standing, I saw why when I sat down in it, there were 2 monkeys hiding underneath the seat in front. The young boy who had them on a rope wanted baksheesh from me just for looking at them, I was more concerned about rabies, he could forget it. True to form the guy at the tourist office hadnt known the correct bus obviously and so had just sent me in the general direction, I ended up going round the houses a bit but found the Indian Air Force Museum quite quickly in the end........

It was also in the passing that I finally managed to change the last of my Pakistani Rupees, the rip-off rate was predictable but I had little choice, they were technically illegal and thus worthless here. I dont know if it was the build up of days of petty harassment but I'd had enough after a guard at the museum took exception to me stepping 1 metre onto grass to take a photo of an otherwise unviewable Gnat, off limits was off limits as far as the idle jobsworth was concerned. Later the punters at a scummy samosa eatery copped the rap as besides their particularly runny dhal being cold, they refused to accept a slightly torn 50 rupee note. I teased them with another intact one and challenged them to follow me if they wanted it, they never came so technically I did a runner. I finally got around to treating myself to a real coffee at a branch of the Barista chain and then had one final Metro trip to New Delhi Station where I happily found myself co-habiting on the train with a young French couple and an Ozzie firefighter chick. Our late arrival in Agra wasnt ideal but after enduring the relentless ambush of touts and drivers, and our driver subsequently dropping us short, we eventually found remarkably cheap beds at our first den of choice. Beers were forthcoming, you even had to negotiate a price for them in this town, but we enjoyed them on the rooftop seating area where we could just about make out the dark silhouette of our goal on the horizon, the Taj Mahal.

Posted by andyhay 00:00 Archived in India

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