Lucky – part 2 the second best day ever……Early the next day Carrie and I emerged from the hotel to find Lucky and the rickety rickshaw, out front. Lucky was wearing his old ripped and ill-fitting clothes but bursting with pride. He told us his mother was so happy, she wanted us to come by their house and he wanted to take us there. On top of that, he was planning to attend the big Festival ( an annual, week long, huge street festival that was...

In Agra, I met a Rickshaw driver within minutes of leaving our little oasis of a hotel. I was walking only a few blocks to buy some bananas when a young kid approached me, paralleling my walking with his riding. He wanted a fare and I finally told him I would give him 5 rupees (10 cents) to stop asking me for a fare. He was happy with that yet still really wanted to know the usual – "how old are you? Where are you from? Where are your children etc etc"...

Having taken the long way to Agra – meaning missing the train and our hotel reservations etc, we were pretty tired once we finally got there. The guide book forewarned us that it is a dirty grimy city filled with scams…and a warning like that in India means more than in Switzerland. Nonetheless, Shiva or Ganesh or some other Gods were truly working in our favour to bring us to the little oasis of tranquility at The Arayans Hotel. It looked very diff...