3 days later... Agra

I've managed to experience quite a good bit the three days i've been here. Dan and I got to see how karaoke is done here at a random bar at a mall in Delhi..like they're auditioning for Bollywood and as if there was no mike. Some of these guys and girls can seriously sing. However, all that was eclipsed by Dan's demonstration of "Billionaire" by Bruno Mars, before we made for the exit.
Unlike many attractions out there, the Taj Mahal looks way more impressive live. The marble changes color as the sun sets into a bright amber, creating a different ambiance. Perfect, if it weren't for veteran squads of touts who can say and do anything to separate you from your money. Some would even charge you for taking photos with them and their pet monkeys.

"China? Japan? Korea? 500 rupees, ok? Ok since you are student, 490... ok waiiitt come back! 100 rupees best price!"
I still don't even know what they want to sell me.

A big fan of Indian food all my life, growing up in Singapore and even preparing indian dishes at times, my coming to India is pretty much like a fat kid walking into a candy store. Although we've been managing to get by with about 15 dollars a day, it's still pretty unnerving not knowing what the next mouthful of food will do to you. As I write this entry, an epic battle between good and evil is taking place in my very own stomach, and I'm not sure if good will triumph over evil again this time. Regardless, Indian cuisine is one of my favorite foods, and its deliciousness is only enhanced by eating with your hands. I find myself going back for more Thalis and Paranthas every single day, seldom disappointed. I'll eventually get tired of it, but all I can think of right now is pouring masala all over bismati rice and gobbling it all up.