As we enter our final week in India we woke this morning to find the fan no longer rotating, the power was off again. This has happened every morning for a week. Rachael wasn't feeling too well but we thought it might be best just to grab some breakfast from one of the local cafés. En route we were approached by four begging children who start by asking for money, most hassle is aimed at Rachael as she's a woman. Not having given them any it soon turned into an annoying game for them, each egging the other on to return for more hassle. It soon turned into a grabbing game, now both of us shouting at them, Rachael had enough and gave one a swipe! Oh dear........we thought. As it turns out we have regularly since seen locals pushing the unwanted attention way.

Arrive at the café to mix it up, we tried "beans on toast" instead of our usual "Jam Butter Toast" . Turned out to be rather odd really, simply beans in tomato ketchup placed inside a toasty. Fine none the less!

We've now booked our first sleeper bus on Thursday night to Agra. Expected to take around nine hours seems a good idea as train connections will be difficult.

Plan as stands:

- Agra Friday, have a look around

- Taj Mahal Saturday

- Sunday travel to Delhi

- Monday/Tuesday around New Delhi/Old Delhi

- Wednesday 03:00 flight to Bangkok

We therefore set off searching for the bus stand at the top of town where we would need to catch the bus from. A pleasant walk up as it was still early (around 09:30) and much cooler, maybe mid 30s, than the previous places we'd visited. Unfortunately the return journey wasn't so pleasant. As has been the rolling theme through our trip so far relaxing in India is very difficult. As we were walking back we were approached by three separate guys in cycle rickshaws unable to comprehend the thought we would rather walk. As had happen earlier with children it soon turned into a game for them and we started to lose patience.In turn they each started to cut in front of us at we walked on, this time is was Tom's turn to lash out! By this stage they knew there was no sale but continued to cut in front. Tom then after trying every other option turned round and lifted one of the rickshaws off the ground (only by one wheel) went face to face with one guy and said "STOP".Oh dear........so we thought. Tom thinking he'd taken it too far, and we'd soon have in Indian police on our tails (not having actually done anything wrong) we quickly moved on. Again, it seems the done thing to retaliate against the hassle, the Indians don't seem to tolerate such annoyances, only the tourists.

During tea we met a guy in his 50s who spotted Rachael's "thick Lancashire accent" (note: spoke to Tom first and he hadn't spotted it) and it turns out lived in Accrington until he was about five. Interesting guy, been working in Dubai for the past 10 months but laid off and now applying for jobs here over the internet instead of returning home and playing the income tax! Sounds fun to me.