Fritz, anticipating that we might be homesick on Christmas, our first day in India, scheduled some of the most spectacular sites on the trip for that day. we spent more time than we intended waiting at the Agra railway depot. The Shatabdi Express was first-class by Indian standards, passable by American ones; but it got us there on time. However, our guide was not there to meet us. We stood in the sun for over an hour waiting, with Fritz being surrounded by taxi drivers eager for our business until he finally was able to go into the town and secure a guide, largely by good luck.