For the next stop on my vacation, I decided to visit Agra, India.
When I fly places, I try to stay under the radar. Most beings don't see a flying dog on a regular basis, so, if I'm not careful, I can end up being mobbed by hundreds of folks with millions of questions about who I am, how I can fly, how I can read minds, and on, and on, and on. Not the most relaxing experience, to say the least. So, I tend to wait until my bro and my Cotton go to sleep, fly to wherever I'm going, and land under cover of darkness. Unfortunately, when you're a blaster who flies super fast and you're traveling to the other side of the world, it's a little challenging to make that work. This time, I waited for my bro and my Cotton to go sleep as usual, then blasted off for India. An hour and a half later, I arrived in Agra...at 12:30 pm. Needless to say, I was not able to pull off my typical surreptitious arrival.
I tried to quietly touch down in a grove of tamarind trees, but I was not able to avoid detection. Soon, I was surrounded by people, birds, dogs, macaques, and many others, all interested to know where I came from, how I can fly, and what other powers I possess. Again, NOT RELAXING. Thankfully, a kind dog named Raja was able to break through the crowd. Raja is the king of the dogs in Agra and has powers of his own - including the ability to turn invisible and to make others invisible as well. He whisked me away, and kindly gave me a private tour of his city, unseen by the other residents and tourists.
We started with a visit to the Agra fort and visited the Subhash Emporium, where I picked up a beautifully crafted marble box. I told Raja that one of my nicknames that my bro and Cotton have for me is "Spicy." He thought that was hilarious, and insisted on taking me to get chicken curry - which was both spicy and delicious. We wrapped up our day by relaxing outside the Taj Mahal, where we uncloaked just long enough to get a quick photo.

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