And now, in a stunning turn of events, some pictures, because I actually have some time to kill.
Ross looks on while Dad raids the Duty Free Shop minutes after arriving in Delhi.
A toast in my Uncle's house.
We are going to order this eventually. I don't care what Ross says.
"We'll have to make a life here."
Our supposedly government-approved tourguide, who is unabashedly explaining that everything is the Muslims' fault.
White people spotted!
Very 'Zelda.'
The horse ride to the Taj Mahal.
Evening, Taj!
Hey, fancy guy!
The most dangerous game.
Aww.
International Relations.
The Red Fort.
Inside the Red Fort.
Stork Patrol.
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