Torn money.

Agra, 24-05-1994. Over the last couple of days the heat has probably risen enough for the ink in my pen to melt which gives ugly smears when i use to write or draw in this travel journal. I wake up early also because of the heat but was is okay this morning because it enabled me to make an early excursion to the fort when there is still nobody around but the ticket seller, when money is involved in this country you can be sure there will be at least some-one around! Trying to get rid of a torn 5 Rp. note i gave it to an icecream vendor and inmediately cycled away with the vendor in hot pursued 5 Rp. note in hand. When i took the torn note back and gave him the torn note in return he got mad as hell. These indian Rp. notes can have a hole in the middle you could probably push a baby head through / they staple there money here - and that is okay, their money is usually so dirty i feel like washing my hands evry time i touch it but that too is okay, however torn money is unacceptable here. The sights in Agra are so wide apart that i hired a bicycle.