Christmas Day

Day 3: Dec 25
We decided to celebrate christmas by going to Agra. We had a car & driver, and even a guide (yes, i know - not my idea). The first day there, we went to the Agra Fort and then as Dunja and Marko took a break, I ventured out to the local market, invariably called Sadar bazaar, and then went out for dinner.
Having forgotten how it feels to vomit, it took 3 days of India to remind me. Yes, I did get sick and continued to be in one form or another for the rest of my trip in India. I can't really blame india for that since I just could not resist any new street food I encountered. I saw a large crowd of people eating what is called aloo tikki on the street and gave in. It wasn't terribly good, belying my trust in all these people who were lined up. Then I tried sweet american corn, chatpatta style and then some kulfi…aaah, all of them good. Of course, I had dinner afterwards as well. The next day, felt a little sick but since I hadn't vomitted in over 15 years, I was sure It would pass. Dunja was very sick and decided to skip the morning trip. Our trip there was briefly interrupted by the goat/sheep market on the way. I guess it was about time for Eid. On our way back, I felt dizzy and soon was leaving a trail of vomit through the car window. The rest of the day was mostly spend in the bathroom. With Dunja and me being sick, Marko was determined to eat where the locals do. We asked some people about the places locals go and eat and they rattled off mcdonalds, pizza corner, coffee corner and pizza hut - Excellent! After not eating for a day, I did find solace in pizza hut, an experience that wasn't terrible at all.