In Agra. Train from Delhi was quite an experience. Incredibly difficult to find the right train, which I managed more through luck than judgement. Constantly terrified of having wallet/passport nicked, and all the time having to fend off beggars and sales people most of whom I could not understand. Out the window you see some shocking poverty, but also some not so bad. The worst is the little communities camped under massive road bridges in their make-shift huts and tents, and the children standing on masses of rubble, oh and the fact barely a single building we passed had a roof. But the farms are nice and scenic, and sometimes the people in the fields don't look too bad.

My hostel is brilliant. I have had to nip out to use the internet because according to one of the guys there: "The monkeys have been shaking the aerial again." There are monkeys everywhere, it's quite disconcerting. Got to meet other travellers too, which has been good, but it doesn't seem to be a party hostel (at least not yet). Off to Taj Mahal soon. Will post pics soon, promise.