Bus craziness

Who would have known Delhi would remind me of Paris?!?!? I guess it's the arc de tripmphe like gate of India and the European influenced Parliment buildings! Regardless, it was a plesant surprise to see the mixture of Indian, Arabian, and European influences in the city. It's also very easy in Delhi to escape the ever-so-scary driving and enter a park, temple, or market. We went to a goregous Muslim temple - I forget the name of course - but it was beautiful red with the wonderful dome tops, we also went to an ancient sun dial/astrology park, and did some shopping. Deepa drives a hard bargain, I tell you! It helps if I watch her bargain from a safe distance as she gets Indian prices if I am not too obviously with her!
Left Delhi to make an exciting drive to Agra - stopped to see the birthplace of Krishna and saw an amazing sight: college kids riding the bus. Now, this may not seem exciting to you westerners, but here riding the bus means you do the following:
climb up the ladder on the back of the bus with 150+ others while it is moving to avoid paying the fare.
The poor bus was about to tip over and of course we had to pass the frightening thing. While passing, I said 10 hail marys and prayed to Ganesha when we had to pass it. It is solely due to my praying that we didn't get crushed.
Now we're in the posh Taj View Hotel - read: fancy - and we are loving it. However, with the nice shampoos and lovely lounges come the downside: internet here is more expensive than a house, so I am off for a few days. Miss you all!