A long bus trip to Agra and a wedding in the end

After a long night of packing for our next destination, we kick started our day at the local coffee shop “Café Coffee stop”. One of the few good coffee places near our hotel in Karol Bagh. The caffeine helped us get the energy we needed for our last day in hectic Delhi.

With a long bus ride ahead of us, snacks and proviants where necessary, so we went to “24/7”, New Delhi’s take of 7/11. We stacked up our bags with anything our eyes found appealing, and headed to the crowded main street of our area to do some final shopping before lunch. By the time we made it out of 24/7 the main street was filled with street vendors selling belts, playful gadgets, jewellery and other kinds of trinkets.

After a hectic shopping spree and several pairs of new cheap earrings, the idea of lunch before heading out of the capital sounded appealing to all. Nearly all the girls were gathered for lunch at the “Spice of nature” a delicious Indian restaurant only a few minutes away from our hotel, Ask and Niels took us to a couple of nights before.

With a minimum amount of time before heading to the bus, we ordered food. The TV in the background played an Indian reality show, and we were amused, even though our hungry stomachs were rumbling from hungriness.

After a stressing amount of time of waiting for our food, a smell suddenly filled the room. Our waiter had entered the room with trays with the wonders of the Indian cuisine: butter chicken, naan, mango lassi, etc. literally everything our hearts desired at that moment. Unfortunately, the food came so late that we only had a short amount of time left before heading to the hotel. We were then forced to rush through the dusty and busy streets of Delhi in order to be at the hotel before our bus departed at 13.00.

We were now ready to leave for India Gate, a monument for the fallen Indian soldiers of World war one. The bus trip only took around 30 minutes which is considered a short bus ride in India. We had driven past chaotic yet stunning India Gate a couple of times, but this time we had time to stop and take pictures.  The sun was very hot, and we had to bundle our eyes in order to look up at the tall and outstanding monument. The memorial gate was crowded with Indian school children on field trips and almost no tourist except from us were in sight. Many Indian pupils were very eager to take pictures with the pale danish students with blond hair. A complete contrast to their tan skin and black hair. Thea was especially exposed, but a group of Indian girls even managed to get a picture with Ask. We became an attraction ourselves and some seemed even more excited to photograph the Danish students rather than the Indian Gate.

We then quickly jumped on the bus again, heading for a six-hour drive to Agra. The hotel was bigger, prettier and more extravagant than the last.  After dinner we found ourselves in the middle of an Indian wedding. A family had rented the residence beside our hotel, and we had never seen something like this before. The hotel parking lot was filled with a massive group of Indians wearing colourful and glittery saris dancing to the sound of a live orchestra playing cheerful Indian dance music. In the end of the crowd stood a beautiful big white horse with decorated with an armour of Indian ornaments. Sitting on the horse is the Groom, dressed in a beautiful white Indian suit, with racks of money laying gracefully on his neck.

Written by Thamea, Frederikke & Frida