Agra here I come

I took the train to Agra today. Having experienced the balancing act of hole in the floor toilets on a moving train I thought I would be ok even though you can end up with wet feet but I was  not prepared for the train doing an emergency stop while in the crouching position. The result?  Elegant it was not.  So food that was destined for passengers 'lunch ended up on the carriage floor.  For those who had already been served  I imagine they suffered  most. Having dispatched the cow that had wondered onto the line we went to the next station where a street trader was dispatched to bring food. I was given a carton of steaming vegetable curry and rice.  I am in a small 'green' hotel, no air conditioning,  just ceiling fans but in a lovely setting.  I have lost count of the number of people who want a selfie with me. Apparently they like grey hair. Of course I have to make sure their hands aren't dipping into my rucksack!