Agra

This is us outside the Taj Mahal, the most extravagant monument ever built for love. Emperor Shah Jahan built it for his second wife who died in childbirth (14th kid!). He was so heart-broken that his hair turned grey overnight... as did Jason's hair when his mother asked him if he proposed whilst he was here.

Lots of Pilgrims were strutting around.

This random bloke, grabbed Jason's hand and asked him for a photo, it was one of many for all of us, but this guy was funny as he wouldn't let go of that hand.

Indian men often walk around holding hands.  Apparently they often ask to have a photo taken with the funny talking whitey in the bad shirt. It seemed a little weird at first, but Indians are so friendly.

The detail of the Taj is amazing. You can see where parts of this small section have been rebuilt.

20,000 people worked on the building over 20 years.  On completion, the boss amputated the hands and thumbs of some of the workers so that they could not create anything like it again... nice bonus.

On the rivers edge, you can get a decent photo of the Taj Mahal. A camera man filmed us without asking. We asked him not to, as we were worried that we might appear on some dodgy peep show porn site, by the camera angles he was using.

It turned out that he had a presenter with him, who was interested in getting our opinion on the 350 year festival of the Taj Mahal.... which we knew nothing about.

The red fort, built by Akbar in 1565, is a citadel with a moat on three sides and a river on the other. This is where Akbar imprisoned his father Emperor Shah Jahan, in order that he could take reign over the country... did you get that Charles, you can keep the old horse and still reign if you just lock your mother up?

You can see the Taj Mahal from here.

Barney pretending to take photos of the Taj in interesting places, but we think he was just perving. There were a lot monkeys strutting around with their butts in the air.

This family took a liking to us, and followed us around a lot trying to take not so sneaky photos. We suggested that they took a photo and then they left us alone. They were very smiley and rather beautiful.

This tourism thing got a bit boring and with all the locals starring at us we decided to spice things up a bit with some pole dancing.

Barney had his money out quick and he seems to know where to put it.

Us, smiling at monkeys below, Jason is on his last rabies injection now, but we thinks its better to see monkeys from a distance these days.

Drinking our Chai Tea in a local cafe, this man stopped and posed for us as we took photos. He was there at least 5 minutes and quite liked the attention.

Indians kick ass.

We took a wander around the back streets and got a lot of attention including a small riot from these cheeky chaps who were very excited. For some reason the kids decided to throw stones at Claire and grab her breasts despite the fact she was covered up and walking with two blokes.

Mmmmm cars. The Indians are very nice people but most of them can not drive.

Jason outside the Itimad-ud-Daulah.  This is the tomb Mirza Ghiyas Beg, and it looks alot like a mini Taj.

We had a great weekend, it was a welcome start back into the sightseeing of India, and we have a sneaky feeling we are going to enjoy our time here.