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Delhi - Agra
E. Route : B--------- : ETD -------- : ETA ------- : Dist -----.
A. Route : Delhi - Agra : ATD 1210 : ATA 1735 : Dist. 139 m.
- Depart Delhi 1210
- 1232 - 1240 Banana stop.
- 1348 - 1403 Coke stop.
- 1405 - 1409 Bog stop.
- 1557 - 1715 Visit to Akbar's Tomb.
- Arrive Agra stadium 1735
Est.A.3pd. ------- : Gross A.Spd. 25.7 mph. : Net.A.Spd. 36.5 mph.
Stop time 1:35 hr. : Speedo TD 10121 : Speedo TA 10260.
Comment : Easy day, on good road and with little incentive to hurry, as can be seen from the reasons for stops.
| Gordon's letters |
Jim Lindsay's diary:
24 August
Today Comex dispersed to its different regional destinations. Ours was Jaipur by way of
Agra. Breakfast was a protracted affair brightened by cornflakes. The fact that this was
worth noting is a pathetic comment on how much home comforts could seem to matter. Then
packed lunches were issued in a disorganised way, which occupied a little posse of us for
quite some time. In the end we did not dive into the maelstrom of Delhi traffic until
lunchtime.
Like other contingents we had been assigned a Comex India guide. Ours was called Subash,
which he assured us meant "too beautiful", and we could not help but agree. He seemed to
feel that his role was to sit in the seat with the best possible view and stare at the
peasantry through his dark glasses.
As we approached Agra we stopped at Akhbar's Tomb, very beautiful but an all-India tourist
attraction complete with a snake charmer, trinket sellers, and a beaming little boy who
worked his way through the visitors chanting "Hello!" as monotonously as a mynah bird.
We overnighted in the Agra stadium, along with a few other contingents going in the same
direction. We inspected the damage to Durham, who had hit a cow at some cost to their
grille and fibre-glass surrounds. I don't know what happened to the cow but they had done
as always advised and driven on rather than stop to administer first aid. In the evening
there was a reception and a great deal of food which we pursued avidly.
There had been a good deal of swapping. Liz B and Joanna were enjoying the hospitality of
some other contingent, since they had not been getting much from us. Kirsteen was in Kashmir
with John S, and when we saw her again in Delhi had interesting tales of nights in dormitories
surrounded by monks not too surreptitiously playing with themselves under their cassocks.
Liz Y and Johan were off somewhere else but nobody had risked one of Johan's explanations by
asking them where. It might have been Benares. We had gained John Covell, (Greg's enemy from
Kabul), Alison from Glasgow and Mary from Oxford.
We visited the Taj Mahal. It was moonlit and there were fireflies, and the Yamuna was flowing
silently behind it. A once in a lifetime experience.
| Memorabilia Corner Entry ticket for Akbar's Tomb |
