Agra, India
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The noise from the street never died down, and nor did the incessant tooting from the nearby trains which yielded just two hours of interrupted sleep. An hour of zombie-like shuffling in my clean and spacious room saw me ready to catch my train. I was an hour and a quarter early for it but anticipating a repeat of the night before I didn’t want to risk missing it. It was still dark outside, there were still people sleeping in puddles, still rabid...