|Back to Agra: We were not too excited to be in Agra again, it felt defeating to be back in a place we had been to, and did not really want to go back to, but it was a way to start "fresh" and make our way onward to the desert.
On the train ride to Agra, which was long and tedious, only because we had been on a train for practically two days straight:
Hannah is hit on by another sleazo, who happens to also be a soldier in the army, whose crude and annoying attempts at conversation annoy not just me, but seem to get a reaction out of the male companions sitting near us. Not that they said anything to him, as annoying and out of line as he was, he didn't do much to warrant intervention, but it was SO refreshing to see other males disapprove and smirk at another male's attempt at chauvinistic behavior. These male companions consisted of a philosophically oriented father and his bright and handsome young son, whom he was dropping off in Agra to start prep school (hoping to be a doctor or engineer). Seemingly decent guys, and we had some good conversation towards the end of the trip, when we finally actually started conversing with each other, as at times these things dont happen until its almost all over. Sometimes it is just easier to go along with certain situations, for the sake of zero conflict, and this turned out to be the case with our soldier "friend" who came and sat with us (after annoying Hannah who was sitting on a top berth) and then stared at me, and talked about what surely were inane things (the other males entertained him, and even I did to a certain point as he tried to converse with me, to be civil more than anything). This man was so clueless that he couldn't catch on to Hannah's displeasure at having to converse with him, nor the fact that she was openly telling some of us around her what a jerk he was being. It doesn't take comprehension of a langauge to recognize signs that some of the other guys didn't have the highest regards for this soldier guy...unfortunately it seems like authority (world over really) does carry its weight, and outward disrespect is not always the best laid plan. But I have to say...I love it when the "brotherhood," so strongly found in India among males, is not completely upheld or respected (it is common in India to see men holding hands or being very close physically with each other) when the reason seems justifiable anyway....it's refreshing.
Soldier boy gives us his contact info (which I later threw away, yay), asks me to sit next to him (and his mother who he had brought on the train with him...hmmmm), which I don't do since our train is at our stop, and I definitely would not have given in to this one anyway, and Hannah and I are relieved to be off the train and away from another chauvinistic sleazeball, especially after our weird last couple of days of train-ing around nowhere, and being completely wiped out from it all.
One night in Agra to get some rest.....