Budget trip to Taj Mahal on bike. All info you need to do 1 day trip to Taj Mahal from Delhi under INR 1,000
To start with, this post makes sense only for Delhiites OR If you are in Delhi and planning to visit Taj Mahal. For everyone else, to know highly cost effective and meaningful tips to travel to Taj Mahal, keep an eye on “Cheap Trip TIP” throughout.
The Trip: Delhi to Taj Mahal through Yamuna Expresssway
Distance: ~250 Km one way.
Best time to start: 5:30 am in the morning (Summers – March to October)
Mode of Travel: Motor Bike. A) Fuel cost for the trip = INR 1,000
Cheap Trip Tip: Biking is what made my trip easy on the pocket and the fun you get by burning rubber on Yamuna Expressway tarmac is beyond words.
The Taj Mahal: Max 2 hours to immerse into the epitome of love.
Ticket cost (Indians): B) INR 20 per head
AudioCompass: C) INR 72
I’m an avid App fanatic and this time I used AudioCompass to make my experience more realistic. You can ask for Audiocompass device in both Hindi (INR 72) and English (INR 150) languages. I took one in Hindi and man! The commentary took me to other world, It was altogether a different experience walking through Taj Mahal and getting info about every key detail with a comforting and entertaining commentary. Its highly, highly recommended for everyone.
Important: Carry your Identity card such as Driving License, Aadhar card, Voter ID etc. This will be taken by AudioCompass guys when they hand over the devices to you. Non-Indians, shell out those extra bucks.
Meals: D) INR 500
Breakfast – I grabbed a subway on the way at Yamuna Expressway. Keep an eye on signboards.
Lunch: After a long ride and immersive experience you will be haunted by hunger pangs. Head to “Sadar Bazaar” (5 km from Taj Mahal). My pick was Jahanpanah Restaurant, a modest place serving lip smacking Mughlai cuisine.
Chai: What’s a bike trip without some Chai (tea) and sutta (Cigarette) – for those who smoke. Note: I don’t promote smoking. Smoking is injurious to health.
Cheap Trip Tip: Eat standard Subway meals, restaurants on Yamuna Expressway are bit expensive and forget about quality. Savour Mughlai at local restaurants to enjoy food like a “local”
Misc. : E) INR 100
This will include water and juice which you may need while walking through the Taj campus.
*** Total cost for the trip is A + B + C + D + E = ~1,700 ***
Super TIP: Get a pillion and the cost for one day trip to this wonder will be under INR 1,000 per head
Now mark that weekend in you calendar and get Taj Mahal off your list. Its worth going, I guarantee. Feel free to touch base with me for any questions you may have, I’d be happy to help. Reach out to me on twitter @kapoor777ajay
P.S. Please use dustbins available at various points in Taj campus, I was disturbed by seeing pile of plastic bottles even in vicinity of Taj Mahal. Please!
I’ve been traveling solo since last 4 years, not by choice folks but by virtue! The Reason: I absorb the nature at its best with myself amid snow clad mountains, singing rivers, nostalgic roads and of course my Bike (SuperTramper).
So here I have the 5 secrets that solo travels might bestow on you….
You can CRY, yes you can!
I don’t want to stir Hornet’s nest by rowing this topic towards gender, but believe it or not even guys cry…everybody cries. No elixir to those irreparable damages in life, but a passionate moment when you can cry for no sad reason, but to free yourself. So, don’t hesitate to pick up your Rucksack, head to mountains and cry amid lap of nature. To no one, no one! Its magical, purgative and highly constructive and all artists do it. Curious? Do it, know it…
Miss the love of your life
If you are not from those unfortunates who keep doing googly-woogly woosh in artificially lit cities, you gonna love this. Breakups, X’s and Rejections (oops!) are worth cherishing (or at least a remembrance) on a solo travel. Club each memory with a song, fix your eyes on the passing panorama and just keep flowing.
Sing! Sing without fear
Are you a bathroom singer and a super flop musician like me? Scared to give your vocal chords a shot in masses? Bingo, stage is all yours now….Ahh! cacophony is a small word.
The best part of solo travels is that you tend to invest a lot in yourself. Thinking is the key, believing is solution. So lose all fears, set goals and kick em all. Plan your next moves, design strategies and feel beautiful.
Solo travels harden you, secret is you melt away
Needless to say, you become super nimble, alert, acrobatic (sometimes when you gotta catch that flight/train) and an expert body language reader through solo travel experiences. Shhh….here’s the earthshaking secret….you start understanding people and their problems. Eureka! You nailed it…ultimately its all CARE and LOVE that matters. For rest, think travel.
I will hit the road to Leh from Delhi in mid July, of course SOLO, to fill my bag of memories and cry with the mountains, sing to the rivers and getting hardened to reality. See me at Changspa if you are around, we’ll savor small talks….
Let’s leave positive footprints….
Travel is our religion. We love it, it’s a precious and luxurious gift. Every journey enriches the soul, filling us with collections of beautiful stories, providing us with sense fulfilling inspiration, and enables us to become aware and appreciative of what makes us all unique and wonderfully diverse. That is why when we travel to places that have people who need help we like to give back. We try to provide others with a little something to aid in leaving a small positive footprint wherever we go, a gift of thanks in return for the gifts we are given in visiting a country. We were delighted to discover on our recent trip to Jamaica the organization Pack for a Purpose. Their mission is simple “…to positively impact communities around the world by assisting travelers who want to bring meaningful contributions to the destinations they visit”. And the action is even…
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You have someone in your life with whom you feel complete, warm and special. Go fuck! Close this blog.
Still here…Cool! Welcome my ‘single’ friend; fasten your emotion belts, petrify your memories, wear your favorite from your wardrobe and embrace yourself. All set? I am the captain of this flight and I will hover around your specialty of being single (not mingled).
The cool part:
You own a bike or car or a bicycle? Whoa! go explore, hike in wilderness, satiate your wanderlust and introspect. No barriers. Oops I forgot your office boss. :p
Broke? Wanna have a coffee? Cool! grab the best cuppa, after all all you are paying for your own good time.
Got a read? Addictive read. Bonkers, finish it my friend. Shh….all’s quiet and serene for you.
Friends friends friends!! Drinking friends, doping friends, stupid friends, crazy friends, old time buddies or fast friends, you got em all! woohooo…
Eat it! eat it all, nobody’s there to fiddle with a super loving relationship between your food and you. Gulp it all!
Ohh! Something’s sad
You reminisce those days….emotional moments, hand in hand moments, cuddling times or maybe sex. Its okay, you are not single forever. Be on your toes in search of your soulmate. I wish you will find one asap! Till then, enjoy roller coaster, close your eyes and feel the breeze. Cry with your max strength, count the stars, take long lonely walks and get a good read.
Still confused? Sad or melancholic?
Don’t stress. Sometimes we have to leave things on time, efforts are total waste. Share your feelings here, I will try my best to help ya out. If not, we can always catch up for drinks or book reading :)
I was chilling with my roomies this Sunday when I heard an old familiar sound from the street….”Amrood le lo”. And the sound waves sailed me back to those long forgotten winter vacations. Those were the days when I was careless, no worries around but gully cricket. And after enervating for 3 hours under the winter sun, me and my friends eagerly used to wait for street hawker to come, especially ‘Amrood (Guava) wala. Amrood was the best resort we could have in exchange of pocket change we used get that time ( Re 1 or Rs 2)
Today, as I heard him, I quickly went in the balcony, gave shout out to the ‘Amrood wala’ (street hawker selling Guava) and ran like a kid down the floor to buy some juicy, radiantly green, happy fruit of winters in India. And, as desired, the taste took me back to old days when my hairs were side parted with lot of oil, dusty clothes and most importantly the time when I was carefree, loud and happy.
Have you tasted your first guava of this winter? Share how it rekindled your imaginations of childhood.
Waking up isn’t a duck soup after burning the midnight oil for two months. Erratically I did wake up to this ‘so thought’ pleasant morning. To lead a dance, my boss called me up for a meeting and so my journey began from Gurgaon to Jor Bagh. All dizzy, eyes awash with sleep I boarded the metro. I was sure about not getting a seat but never did I expect a baby on board. That freaky yellow pajama, green turtle neck and red hat clothed little monster inescapably ruined my ‘standing half sleep’. Amid the comforting dim yellow light of metro I was shaken with the cacophony.
Guess what, I found a baby again across my seat whilst going back. How lucky was I, and so were those freaky lil’ toddlers.