Mo Mo The Mouse And His Adventures In Agra

Hello from Agra! Agra is like Mumbai, but smaller and more people. It is also hotter and more humid. So it’s safe to say that the past couple days we have spent swimming. Swimming in a pool, swimming in the rain, swimming in our sweat and swimming in a sea of people.

Our hotel is amazing. Once again, impeccable service and they greeted us with more drinks and bindies just like the other hotel. I feel so special here. Look forward to the video at the end of this week because it includes footage of our adventures around the hotel.

On the way to Agra we made a pit stop at Fatehbur Sikri. I still can’t really figure out why it was so special besides the fact that it was old and big because our crazy tour guide had a strong accent. And he was in love with us. So he kept taking pictures of us on our cameras and telling us to do these weird poses that didn’t even look cool. And we weren’t prepared for this particular sightseeing adventure so our clothes were…quite interesting. I was in my black salvars and the beloved wolf shirt and Kirsten was in her Jasmine pants. These articles of clothing seem to make me look like a giant and Kirsten look like a hobbit. Therefore, this awkward picture was born:

Then we went to the higher part of this structure where there was a creepy temple with people and flies everywhere. There were many kids trying to sell us stuff and basically we were in a Bollywood version of Oliver. Our guide and driver continually told us to be careful because that place was filled with scams and pickpockets. It made me sad for the kids because they were so cute and when we asked them questions about their life they were so nice but they like had to sell things to us and when we told them no they looked so sad. It’s like they had to report back to someone or something. But we got a cute picture with a couple of the kids:

While we were there I also acquired another stalker, of course. It happens everywhere we go. This was another young Indian man who wore a green shirt that said “Happy” on it and he asked me if that was a German Sheppard on my shirt. Wolf. It’s a wolf.

I’m not going to complain because I AM IN INDIA for goodness sake, but I will say this: This particular sightseeing adventure was pretty terrible. Just so many things about it were sad, gross, boring, weird, and hot. Agra…not impressed.

When we got back to the hotel we went swimming where we were stalked once again by some Indian men (Yes, you can always expect us to take a picture of our stalkers). And just to bring you a little bit of comfort Mom, they don’t actually stalk us. They just stare at us. Lots.

The next day (Thursday) we saw one of the Seven Wonders of the World (NBD)…THE TAJ MAHAL!!!! Bright and early at 6am. Folks, it was so cool. But our guide was weird again. At one point we were inside the Taj Mahal when he wanted to show us the echo so he started singing. He started singing. In the Taj. Oh buddy. One wonderful thing about sightseeing…THERE ARE SO MANY WHITE PEOPLE. By so many I mean like maybe we’ll see 10. It’s a little bit of home (even though most of them are from Europe)! We had to wear these shoe cover things which I secretly loved and want to take home.

When we got back we went swimming IN THE RAIN! Like in the pool…but it was raining. And it was super cool! And it was just Kirsten and I in the gigantic pool. Therefore this picture was born:

Then we went to our home away from home: McDonalds. More kids surrounded us begging so we gave them candy once again and man oh man, it works every time. Kids love their candy. Then we went to Agra Fort which is HUGE and it’s like a military base and only 25% is open to the public. Once again, we had some stalkers.

Then afterwards we went to dinner at this restaurant in Agra. All the restaurants we go to are pretty nice because we want to make sure we’re eating clean food and stuff but I have to tell you. I never want to eat Indian food again. No more carbs and bready things and spicy sauces! No more! Just give me a hamburger!!!!! So when we find an American restaurant (like McDonalds), it’s a delicacy. Anyway so at this restaurant we were sitting there like little innocent Americans waiting for our food when I see something scurry across the floor. I looked at Kristen. She looked at me. And we both were like “…What was that..?” We weren’t really sure but then I saw it again nice and clear. IT WAS A MOUSE. A MOUSE! In a restaurant!! Boom. Our appetite was demolished. For some reason I wasn’t too surprised though…I’ve been like expecting something like that to happen eventually. Anyway we still ate there and prayed really hard that our food was ok. And I decided I’m going to name the mouse Mo Mo and bring him home.

Now we just arrived in Delhi and I’ll update soon!

Cow Count: 261

Men Peeing On The Side Of The Road: 58

Mosquito Bites: 5