After literally no sleep, we awoke at 5am to be able to see the Taj Mahal for sunrise. I bumped into another English guy which then became another member of our Agra crew. It was at this point that I realised how much I adore the English. When you travel you meet such great people all over the world, but somehow you just manage to have the most in common with the people from the same country as yourself. I think that sarcasm is the main reason for this, as fellow Englishmen are able to understand my interesting sense of humour rather than other countries who just think I’m being plain rude!

I believe that I have sidetracked from writing about the Taj Mahal because there simply aren’t any words which are good enough to describe it. Or to even describe the feelings you get when you see it. The feelings as you just sit and observe it. The feelings you get as you enter inside and admire the tombs, designs, scriptures. And it is definitely not easy to describe the strange feeling you get when you eventually have to leave. It’s like the same feeling you get when you go on your first school trip where you will be sleeping over at a strange place without your parents, duvet and giant teddy (yes, I always missed my giant teddy as a small child…What young girl didn’t?!)

So in regards to this magnificent perfection of a building, all I can say is ‘see it for yourself’. As neither words or pictures will say enough.

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