Goa, Goa, Gone 23/01/08 - 02/02/08 I wave goodbye to the dirt of Shiv, and head back on the night train to Jaipur. The insects do their best to fuck with my karma again, but I'm a combat veteran now, and I just roll over in my top bunk and sleep while the bombs fall all around me. We catch a bus from Jaipur to Agra, home to the Taj Mahal. For those not in the know, it's a fucking massive white building of the temple variety, and well worth a couple of morning hours standing and staring. Then, we're back on the road for Delhi, where it all began, and where it all ends. I spend my final day with Alicia and Laurence, drinking cocktails in a bar in the Connaught centre, and at
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