We’re heading to Agra, the site of the Taj Mahal. The more we catch the train, the more delays we seem to suffer. Given that there’s currently three of us to share the cost, it’s only marginally more expensive to swap the train for a taxi in some places — especially after taking into account the autorickshaw transfers between our accommodation and transport stations. And so we completed the first leg of our journey to the Taj in a crazy taxi. Because of the volume of traffic (not to mention cows) in the towns and cities, most crazy autorickshaw rides never get up enough speed to do too much serious damage (save the time that our drunk rickshaw driver in Jaipur pulled across the path of a bus and nearly killed us all).

A taxi on the highway is a different matter, however. Our guy continued weaving in-and-out of the highway traffic (and cows, and camels), but this time at speed. Unfortunately, I don’t have a video of the worst/best maneuovres — he slowed down considerably after Squiffy squealed out loud as her life flashed before her eyes