Not in a thousand years I would have imagined that on the first night on an Indian train I would sleep like a log. Maybe the Orfidal What Sonia gave me served me to sleep more than 10 hours despite the flatulence of half a car. I was perreading in my bunk for a while until, around 12 noon, I finally got up.
The day before, the train had left almost 5 hours late and that day we had already resigned ourselves to losing it completely. If the train had arrived as planned (5:50 am), we would have taken the opportunity to visit Fatherpur Sikri and the Agra Fort in the afternoon, but if this were not the case, these two enclaves would have to remain in the pending matters folder Maybe another time.
The problem was not only the delay with which the train left, but the one that it accumulated during the night because of the fog. It was 12 noon and, according to the reviewer, we still had three long hours ahead. Hours we spend eating and talking with Bonnie and Lucho.
At 15:45 our train finally arrived at the Agra Fort station. The Agra Fort station is much smaller than that of Varanasi and it's right in front of the Red Fort. At the exit we expected to meet the taxi driver of our hotel in the city, but it was not so. When I made the reservation, I told them that we would surely arrive at the Agra Cantt station, but when we bought the tickets we saw that we were arriving at Agra Fort and I warned about it. Even so, it seems that they did not remember. Therefore, when I called the hotel they told me that the taxi driver was at the other station and that we took one of the many and insistent taxis that were outside.
In the end we went with a taxi driver who was insisting and hanging around for a while while we finished solving what had happened to the people at the hotel. He was young and drove like Fitipaldi. As we advanced as in a rally, he began to insist that we hire him the next day because he could take us to visit many things and such, but as soon as we arrived at our accommodation, Mr. Singh told him to leave us alone and left.
Our accommodation in Agra was in the Singh's family home: the Heritage Home Stay. The house is located on the outskirts of the chaotic and megaturistic Agra, in an urbanization, so sleeping there is like being with the family for a few days. Our room was spacious and had a bathroom, although some works have just been done and the wall was not entirely painted.