Well, I did it. I saw the Taj Mahala. It was pretty cool. I think it is one of the most impressive buildings I have ever seen. I got up for sunrise and watched it come across the building. Just a majestic site. I saw some of the other sights in Agra as well, which were pretty cool, like the baby taj, a mausoleum, and the Agra Fort. All of these were impressive.
I think the best part of Agra was just riding around on a rickshaw with this guy and getting a view of the city as a whole. It was really nice, however I had two confrontations during the day.
The first occurred when I went to pick up my bus ticket, only to find that the travel agent had sold my sleeper ticket to someone else, and wanted to give me a seat. Well, I got very angry, and was yelling at him. I insulted his Karma ( a huge deal here), and made it known that I was considering contacting the police. Obviously he was nervous and wanted to make it ok. So, we agreed that I would take the sitting seat, but he would refund all of my money, essentially giving my ticket to me for free.
The second was while I waited in line at the ATM. A small guy started to cut in front of everyone. Well, I wouldn't have that. So, I stuck my arm out to stop him. Well, he didn't like this and was pushing me. I was getting irritated but did nothing except tel him to wait in line. Then, he punched me in the back. Well, I was clearly angered by this. I was not about to get into a fight, but couldn't stand for that. So, I turned around and told him to stop. He replied by asking what I would do about it, and then shoved me again. So, I pushed him back. At this point everyone in line had backed away. I didn't really understand what was going on, and was fearful he had a knife or something. Why else was he so confident? However, I decided to just laugh him off. Well, he continues to try to push in front of me, and I insisted that I wouldn't allow it. So, eventually he hit me again. I hit him back (maybe a mistake, but enough was enough), and he then tried to kick me in the balls. He thankfully missed and now I was angered. So I tackled him to the ground. It's good to be a former linebacker, I slammed him down with all of my weight and power driving into the cement ground. I was about to get up, assuming I had made my point, when he all of a sudden spit at my face and yelled something I didn't quite understand, but I assume it was insulting. So, I flipped him around, and was about to break his arm off (something we were thought not to do in wrestling, but shown how to do it in order to avoid it). Well, he started top yell and scream, and I began to think I was taking this too far. Although I was really pissed, and had enough of this dude. It was at this point the other Indian men were ganging up on me, so I thought it best to just run! Later my rickshaw driver (who watched the whole thing but didn't intervene) told me I was in the right, and that this man was crazy. The only reason the other Indians interjected was that they thought I would really hurt the man. However, no one was of the opinion that I had done anything wrong.
Well, that was Agra
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