Day 80:

Here I am in Agra. I'm sleeping in some dirty flop. It's dirty, but it has hot water AND it is cheap, so I can't complain. Well, the light flickers, and the squat toilet sort of smells, and there is noise in the hallway...

I've got a reservation on a cheaper place for tomorrow night.

Agra is home to the famous Taj Mahal, but I haven't visited yet. I'm not in the MOOD. Instead I spent the day writing a letter to J and I did some marathon internet chatting with K. And I called my grandmother, too.

I've gotten the hang of keeping my money inside of my wallet. So that's good. It's nice to say "no" in a sarcastic or mocking way.

The mercury hit forty today. Myself and my clothes are covered in a veneer of sweat because of the humidity. Washing clothes seems to be pointless, because they get smelly mere minutes after being put on. Showering seems similarly pointless. It's a damn good thing I'm travelling solo again.