Health and safety is not a concept that seems to worry people unduly in the area of India we have experienced so far.
From the impressive clusters of up to 7 people riding on a single motorbike (without helmets), to the laid back cows strolling down the middle of the dual carriageways, to the families walking nonchalantly across railway tracks seconds before high speed express trains go thundering past.
A quite liberating embracing of risk and responsibility.
Unless you are a pigeon landing on one of the myriad exposed electricity cables hanging between buildings in the streets of Agra.
On the bright side, the resulting power cut was quite short lived.
Just like the pigeon.
The train station gave another opportunity to witness lives that we rarely get to see in the protected and privileged environs of the U.K.
So much poverty. Beggars with heartbreaking disabilities.
And also, a brief sighting of a Sadhu, or holy man.
Brief, because this particular Sadhu had chosen the path of the drug-taking holy fool and was taking great delight in accosting and embarrassing onlookers.
For some reason, we suddenly found an urgent need to inspect something on the opposite side of the platform.
Ranthambhore is a vast nature reserve with an impressive range of different landscapes and terrains within its boundaries.
A haven for wildlife, we were fortunate enough to see this beauty
The Musical Tractors
You could see them coming a mile off.
And, with their fondness for playing Indian pop music at a decibel level nearing that of a harrier jump jet taking off, you could hear them from even further away.
Hmmm, that may possibly be a reason tiger sightings in the reserve are quite rare.