Of course we did! (The driver was heavily rewarded)
Although a little bit of me wished we hadn't. The train was not nice. We had to have a regular 2nd Class ticket - bleugh - and it showed. It was hot, and only a few fans were available to cool down the full carriage. There was no room, and Dan and I were touching sweaty elbows the whole way, and worse still, a creamy sticky substance was dripping on me from someones bag above once we set off. I was not amused, and when I eventually found the person it belonged to and told them, was somewhat relieved to discover it was just shampoo - although it was still rather irritating. Like a sort of medicated, anti-dandruff Chinese water torture.
I must confess my annoyance manifested itself in childishness, and I proceeded to sing silly songs and make stupid noises for some of the journey. Dan did not see the funny side, and I'm convinced was pretty close to lashing out - perhaps if he had more room he may have done. Instead, I was given the silent treatment for the majority of the trip.
Dan - I'm sorry.
Anyway when we eventually arrived, we discovered we were actually staying somewhere pretty nice, and any irritation or bitterness between us soon subsided. (See, we are grown ups.)
This morning we saw the obligitory sights, driven around by the only Rickshaw driver mentioned by name in the Indian Lonely PLanet Guide, Ashok. (pg808!)and saw what appeared to me a scaled down Taj Mahal - it was pretty weird. It was quite literally a slightly smaller squashed up version, that even the locals refer to as 'The Mini Taj'. It was built first though, the father of the guy who constructed the Taj I think - so I'm sure he had no hard feelings...
Tomorrow we head to the Elora caves, our main purpose for coming out here.