NAMASTE again. Arrived in Agra throught the caotic market at 8pm. Hordes of rickshaws, motos, people, animals, and cars, noisy as ever with the loud, incessant blowing of horns, including the one from our driver Raju. Everytime he enters a town, he starts blowing the horn constantly. I requested to go to a certain hotel, and Raju said "It is too far, out of town". Seconds later, Amanda points to the hotel right in front of us. Raju refused to stop, insisting that we should see "another better hotel" first. We looked at the overpriced hotel Maya Hotel but insisted we wanted to look at a couple of other places first. We get into a rickshaw, going thru dark alleys, with the hickshaw wallah insisting that we look at some other guesthouse of his choice. All
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