Thanks to our shutterbug travel companions, here are some more pictures of my mother at the Taj Mahal. After all, she did buy an outfit especially for that day. It is now hanging in the black hole/ treasure chest/ Pandora's box that is her closet. Will it ever see the light of day again? Will we ever go back to India, or perhaps attend an Indian wedding? Who knows? But if we do, she will definitely be ready.
|Our tour guide Mr. Singh tells us the story of the Taj Mahal. So serious.|
|Posing in front of one of the four 40 meter tall minarets.|
|Wearing bright orange shoe covers to protect the white marble floors.|
|With Steph (silent H) whom I've known since we were six years old.|
|The senior citizens taking a break. It was a hot and sunny day.|
|Waiting for everyone to finish up so that we can have some breakfast already.|
|She was the centerpiece of all our group photos.|
|The only one who was truly dressed for the occasion.|
Initially I was shocked to read that you had subjected yourself an organised tour. Having subscribed to your blog for many a year it certainly signposted a departure from the norm, however, I decided to defer judgement until I had read an account of your trip.ReplyDelete
I believe that seasoned travellers eventually develop a titanium lining to their stomaches, and as such I felt you may well have overreacted with regard to the risks posed by food in India.
True there are many accounts of travellers who succumb to the dreaded Delhi belly,however, as I discovered on my trip to India this need not be the case if one follows some basic precautions. My top three tips would be avoid buffets, ensure all food is piping hot and try and seek out restaurants full of locals.
I have enjoyed reading the account of your trip, without doubt the star of the show was your Mum, she looked absolutely stunning, every bit as elegant as the Taj Mahal.
i have nothing else to say in my defense... still cringing.ReplyDelete
glad you liked it.ReplyDelete