Saturday morning we left for our big adventure to Delhi and Agra. We set our alarm for 4 am since we had to leave the hotel at 4:45; our flight was at 6:30. The airport isn’t very far from the hotel, maybe 30 minutes or so, and they only make you check in an hour in advance.
Well Saturday morning T rolls over and says "SHIT, it’s 5:30!!!!!"
AAAAAAH!!!! We were going to miss the flight!!
We jumped out of bed and frantically threw our clothes on, shoved things in the safe, grabbed our bags and ran downstairs. Considering we booked the car for 4:45 and the front desk knew we had a 6:30 flight, I was pissed that they didn’t call up and see where we were. Especially because they accidentally called us at 7am on Friday saying our car was ready (we hadn’t even booked our airport car at that point and had no car booked for Friday). It was obviously a mistake, but really??! They called us on Friday to come down for a car that wasn’t even ours, but when we were about to miss a flight they didn’t call us! Annoying. Not that it was the hotel’s fault we overslept (the alarm here doesn’t have a snooze and we must have turned it off in a daze), but that’s something I’d expect from a hotel. Grr.
Anyway, we asked them if we could still make it and the driver says, “I think so” and proceeds to drive like a bat out of hell to the airport. This is one time I was happy that you almost never see a cop car here and there’s not really a speed limit (or an enforced one, at least). He definitely deserved a huge tip because we made it to the airport a little after 6am. The problem was that our ticket said they closed boarding 20 minutes before the flight and we still had to get through security.
We grabbed our bags and ran through the terminal “Home Alone” style until we got to security. Luckily we weren’t checking any bags and had already checked in online, but just kidding. When you fly here they make you get a little tag for your carry on bags, which they stamp once it goes through security. You can’t get on the plane if your bag doesn’t have the stamped tag. They also have to stamp your e-ticket. We didn’t know this so we had to go back to the check in desk to get them. At this point I’m like there is NO WAY we’re making this flight. Neither of us had missed a flight in our lives so we were freaking out; the next flight to Delhi didn’t come until later in the day so we would have completely missed our tour.
Thankfully the security line was fairly short, and when an employee saw us running he asked which flight we were on, then called the gate with his walkie talkie and told them to hold the plane! He then escorted us to the gate while we all half walked/half ran. I’m fairly sure this would never happen at PHL - I’m still amazed we made this flight.
We flew Kingfisher, which was a great experience. Kingfisher is a beer brand here but it’s kind of like Virgin where they have a bunch of different brands. The plane was really nice and had TVs at each seat; I’ve only ever seen these on international flights so that was a nice touch. And they actually had full meal service (with real silverware) even though it was only an hour and 40 minute flight. The flight attendants had sassy red skirt suits and matching pearl jewelry and red lipstick. They were all really, really pretty too. If you’ve ever seen the movie “Catch Me if You Can” it kind of reminded me of that. Everyone was so glamorous!
Unfortunately my experience wasn't exactly glamorous because I spent half of the flight in the bathroom. It was the first time I had stomach issues since I've been here, and of course it had to happen on our one and only weekend trip away. Ughhhh. I popped some immodium and started to feel better; I was a little concerned since we had a very long drive ahead of us to Agra, but luckily I was okay the rest of the day.
Once we arrived in Delhi we met our local driver, Sanjay, outside. He didn’t speak much English but he was super nice. On the way out of the airport I tried to take a picture of T's "large coffee" which was actually smaller than a small at Starbucks or DD. It was really funny because I have no idea how small an actual small coffee would be. It was then that I realized my SD card wasn't working. It was saying "memory full" but I had nothing on it besides a folder with wedding/honeymoon pics...I deleted every single pic from India the previous day and filed them in folders on iphoto - there was no way it was full!!! I was starting to think the trip was cursed. It was a small miracle that I'd asked T to bring the extra SD card, just in case, so I popped that in and had no issues. The thought of not being able to take photos at the Taj Mahal sent me into a mild panic attack!
We drove into the city to meet Jimmy, our tour guide. Jimmy was CLASSIC, we loved him! He’s a grandfatherly type and also speaks in the third person a la Jimmy on Seinfeld. (“Jimmy wants you to enjoy yourselves but Jimmy also has a responsibility to keep you safe!”) He was definitely one of the best parts of the trip to Delhi.
Delhi is definitely a different world than Hyderabad. First of all, people actually (sort of) drive within the lanes there! The roads are much more modern looking and everything just seems more organized, or at least “organized chaos,” as Jimmy says. He told us that it will take many years for Hyderabad to get to the point where Delhi is, just because it’s such a very old city and they are still getting things up to modern speed. Parts of Delhi actually reminded us of Washington, DC.
The old part of Delhi is more like Hyderabad and not a modern city like New Delhi, but we didn’t get to go there because of time issues and also because of Holi. The festival of colors happened to be the weekend we were there; it’s celebrated all over India and people throw colored powder and water at each other. People were walking around with pink and blue hair and color all over their faces and clothes. Unfortunately, “the rowdies” as Jimmy called them, get drunk and ruin Holi sometimes, and there are incidents where people get hurt from things being thrown, etc. Because of this we weren’t allowed to go in Old Delhi b/c of safety issues. We also had to get on the road to Agra after lunch because Jimmy did not want us on the roads too late.
Our first stop was at Humayun’s Tomb. It was situated in this beautiful park and it was so peaceful…you’d never know you were in the middle of the city. Humayun was a Mughal emperor and the tomb was ordered to be built by one of his wives. The tomb was huge – it slightly resembles the Taj Mahal in the style, and Jimmy actually told us that the Taj was inspired by the design of this tomb. We walked around the gardens for a while and sat on a bench while Jimmy told us about Humayun and the history of the tomb. He waited in the garden while we took free time to photograph the park and go inside. We noticed there were a ton of Americans and British people there, waaaay more than in Hyderabad. Then again Delhi is the capital, so it makes sense. It’s definitely a more popular tourist spot.

The inside of the tomb was pretty bare, not much decoration, but we saw the tombs of Humayun and his wife and their servants and other people while some guy tried to get us to give him rupees. That’s one of the things that is frustrating when you go to a tourist site; people constantly try to get you to give them money if they walk up to you and say “oh look at this carving, that means so and so” “or that’s Islamic design.” He kept following us and it was getting really annoying because we didn’t even have any small change to give (we definitely weren’t handing him a 100 rupee bill). Finally he got the hint and we went out to meet Jimmy and go back to the car.
Next we drove to Rashtrapati Bhavan, India’s equivalent of The White House. This is actually the largest presidential home in the entire world; it was really beautiful and had hedges in the shapes of elephants and other things out front. Very cool. We weren’t able to go inside, but we stood outside the gate and took photos.
Next we went to India Gate, which looks a lot like the Arc de Triomphe. It’s a war memorial and has an eternal flame. It’s also a popular spot for protestors; there was a silent protest about some environmental issues going on and tons of men, women and kids were walking through the area. There also were a lot of people trying to sell stuff like crazy hats and wind up snakes. Speaking of snakes, there was a snake charmer there but you have to pay him money to take the snake out and no way in hell was I going to do that. We didn’t see anyone else do it, either although an American family with two teenage sons almost did.
After India Gate we headed to a store called Kashmir Cashmere (love it). Even better, the guy who runs it is called Dr. Butt! Seriously, I couldn’t make this up if I tried. Dr. Butt was classic and had a white beard and showed us all kinds of carpets and pashminas. They’re all handmade by people in the Kashmir region (this is where pashmina wool comes from). The carpets were amazing – like the kind that cost 5 or 10,000 dollars back home – and most were less than a thousand. They had free shipping anywhere so it would have been worth it to buy a nice rug for our house, but we really didn’t want to spend a lot of money on a rug after all of the stuff we’ve already bought and money spent on this trip. We ended up getting a really pretty small (doormat size) carpet that we plan on hanging on the wall. They were able to fold it up into what they called "a flying carpet" package so you can bring it on the plane. It's like a super small burlap wrapped bundle. I also bought three pashminas. It was funny because I said I only wanted two and the guy kept dropping the price if I added a third and I kept saying no. Finally Dr. Butt threw it in for only 8 bucks extra. I love haggling J
After shopping we went to a restaurant called Waves, which specializes in organic Indian food. It was a set menu with naan, butter chicken, rice, some different sauces and a potato cake type thing, which was excellent. We had vanilla ice cream for dessert and both of us said it was the best ice cream we’ve ever had. Seriously, it was amazing…kind of like real Italian gelato (not the crap they pass off as gelato in the States).
After lunch we said goodbye to Jimmy. I wish he could have come with us to Agra, but we had another local guide waiting for us there. Sanjay hit the road and we saw some interesting things along the way when we weren’t sleeping. The drive was a little over four hours, and there were tons of people out and about. We drove through some fairly small towns/villages and some more “highway” type roads with random roadside stands and motels. It actually reminded me of the Black Horse Pike driving to the Jersey shore. We stopped at this hotel/rest stop for a toilet break and there was a guy at the entrance with a monkey on a leash wearing a dress. We drove by too fast though and I didn’t get a pic, boo. The bathroom wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be and even had toilet paper. We got back on the road and went by this huge white marble temple. There were a bunch of stalls selling various things like live chickens, the streets were flooded with people and everyone was staring at us. To add to the scene I was listening to “Everybody Dance Now” by C+C Music Factory, so just picture a bunch of people in saris breaking into dance in the middle of the street, because I totally did.
We got to Agra about an hour or so later. Jimmy said that no one would ever go to Agra if it wasn’t for the Taj, and that we’d be saying “Jimmy was right!” when we got there. Of course I repeated this throughout the weekend. The city is pretty run down and besides the fort and the Taj Mahal, there’s not much in the way of things to do. I also wouldn’t have felt comfortable walking along the streets there, but that had partly to do with Holi and everyone being kind of rowdy.
Sanjay dropped us off at our hotel around 5:30 pm and we checked in. We stayed at the Orient Taj Hotel, which just opened about three months ago. I wanted to stay at the Oberoi Amarvilas, which is one of the top five hotels in the entire world, but at over $700 a night, that wasn’t happening. We looked up the rates at home but I guess the rate we saw was a special advance rate and you had to book 30 days or more ahead of time, so that wasn't an option when we tried to book it here in India. I was sad about not being able to stay there, but fortunately the Orient Taj exceeded my expectations. Everything was covered in marble, hand painted flowers and gold, and they had gardens modeled after the Taj Mahal gardens. There were flowers, fountains and gazebos everywhere.
We booked a junior suite and it was seriously huge. The best feature was the pimped out shower. If you’ve ever seen the home and bath show specials on HGTV, it was one of those high-tech shower stalls with a radio, colored lights, jets shooting out of the wall and a huge rainshower fixture from the ceiling. It also had teak flooring and a teak ceiling. I definitely want one for my house now!

We got settled in the room and then walked around the grounds and took pictures. Everything was so calm and pretty; it really felt like being on vacation at a resort rather than living in a business hotel like in HYD. We had dinner in the hotel; we hadn’t thought ahead to book a table anywhere else and I forgot to bring nice clothes, so I felt like a slob going to the Oberoi (I also figured I’d be too depressed if I went there – lol). I had chicken biryani as per usual and T had some sort of Asian chicken which he said was amazing. After dinner we tried to get money out, then realized there wasn’t an ATM in the hotel. Very annoying, especially for a five-star property. It’s not like we could wander out on the streets looking for an ATM, so we were told that there was a 24-hour ATM nearby that Sanjay could take us to in the morning.
We were both exhausted and had to meet Sanjay at 6am to go to the Taj Mahal, so we went to bed really early. Next up, Taj day!