Actually, that may not be entirely true. An excerpt from my travel journal would probably indicate otherwise:
March 21, 2011
Today we went to Agra. This involved waking up early in the morning and catching a cab to Lemon Tree Hotel to pick up my aunt and uncle. However, I will not remember this day forever as the day I saw the Taj Mahal. Instead, I will remember it as the day I shit blood.
And the day I shook hands with a monkey.