DISASTER HAS STRUCK!!!

I stepped on a nail and it hurt. It hurt so much that I sooked to Vicky about how I urgently needed to go a major hospital within the next 15 minuets or I risked bleeding out. Vicky laughed and then removed the nail (without my consent) with a pair of pliers from the boot of his car.

Jess laughed.

I did not.

I continued to sook until Vicky randomly stopped the car. There is a “no drive” zone in Agra to protect the Taj, and Vicky had taken us as far as he could. He instructed us to get a rickshaw the rest of the way to the hotel, but told us to be wary of scammers who would probably take us to another hotel (or sell us as slaves which was what I was more concerned about).

Great.

So we got in a rickshaw, negotiated the price of 50 rupees and set off on “rickshaw death trip” number 1 to our new hotel, Hotel Kamal.

No words can describe (pictures can’t either because I refused to let go of Jess to take any) the fear I felt whilst speeding through the streets of Agra on a rickshaw that was driven by a 116 year old man with no teeth or eyes.

But we made it. Eventually. And after finally checking in to Chalet Kamal (which was so classy they gave us pad locks to lock our door), I was able to return to my favorite past time, sooking.

“I’m going to get a blood infection”

“No, You are not”

“It’s still bleeding, I can smell the blood”

“It’s not bleeding”

“It hurts when you touch it”

“I haven’t touched it. There is nothing to touch. I can’t even see anything”.

Jess was nice enough to tend to my gapping wound as well as my rollercoaster of emotions, and eventually I was all patched up thanks to the 7 different types of band aids in my pack (knick knack haters 0).

The rest of the evening was then spent on the hotel roof top restaurant sipping Chai tea and watching the sunset over the Taj.

In fact here’s  picture of the view I took.

Tomorrow morning we will awake at 5am and head to the Taj for sunrise.