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Really wanted to go the the Taj Mahal, the palace of love but I was getting nauseous in the back of that cab with the towel head driver playing chicken with everyone else on the road, the 200 degree heat, this fur coat, the smells (ugh) Maybe that's what gamey smells like. Good golly, I hope not. Anyway, when the driver slowed enough to take the corner on two wheels, I threw open the door and made a dive for the ground. Escape was my only option. but that little brown man blew a "U"ey and tried to run me down, screaming something unintelligible about rupees - illiterate little gnome doesn't even know it's pronounced "rufies" and anyway, I have no rufies. I ran as fast as I could toward the river where I planned to swim to safety but seeing the odd brown floaters in the water, I decided to just make a run for it. The closest place he couldn't get to with his little cab was at this Shiva Statue so that is where I found a safe haven from the mad cabbie