Delhi, India

Sam, 9.

Last week I went to Delhi which is a city in India. It is a very big city with lots of people I think less people than London but a lot more of the same people. It is a very loud and hot place.  I was more wet after drying myself after the shower than I was before drying myself after the shower.  Everyone in Delhi seems to be doing something and no-one stands still for more than a second. I got very tired looking at all the people buying and selling and selling and buying.  From fruit to bikes to car tyres to nuts and bolts everything is sold by someone to someone else.  Delhi reminded me of an ants nest as there seemed to be people everywhere down every alley and in every street. On the pavement and in the middle of the road people people and more people. 

On my first day in in Delhi I got taken to a shop where the man who said he was from the government tried to sell me ten days in a car with a man I had never met before which didn't seem like much fun to me.  He said the only way to see India was ten days in a car with a man I had never met before.  He tried to make me feel silly for wanting to get the train and not wanting to spend ten days in a car with a man I had never met before. I think he was silly. He said he doesn't like Delhi and he lives there so I am not sure I trust him.  Afterwards I got the train which is called the Metro to visit a famous mosque which is a place where Muslims go to pray.  The man who took me from the station to the mosque on the back of his bike which had a place for me to sit didn't understand English and looked annoyed when I gave him double what he had asked for.  I couldn't understand why he was annoyed so I walked off in a huff.  The mosque was very big and can hold 25000 people which is the same as a small football ground but I didn't say this as I think comparing religion and football would probably annoy some people.  In the mosque there seemed to be a lot of people who wanted my money for tickets for shoes for taking photos. I got very annoyed and I think they could tell.  I took some nice photos from the top of a very tall tower at the mosque. I liked it up high as you were far away from the streets with all the people shouting and all the cars beeping.  The cars in Delhi share the road with motorbikes and people and cows and dogs and no-one seems to care how fast they go or how close they are to all the other cars and motorbikes and people and cows and dogs.  The beeps and the smoke made my ears and my eyes hurt.  After the mosque I went and hid in my room.

The next day in Delhi I went and saw a fort which was very dull but was nice because it had thick walls which meant I could close my eyes and think that I wasn't in Delhi.  After the fort I went to New Delhi which is next to Old Delhi but is newer.  It is where the English people who used to live in Delhi lived.  When I got there it was a hot and dusty building site. This has something to do with the Commonwealth Games.  I really wanted to see some of the old houses designed by an Englishman called Edward Lutyens but I felt trapped with all the noise and dust and heat and people and building so I never did. Instead a man told me that I had something on my shoe which was true as when I looked down there was dog poo on my shoe. I know it wasn't there 2 seconds before as I had looked.  I think the man put it there himself as I don't think you can stand in dog poo but only get it on the top of your shoe.  I also think it is odd that the man collects poo to put on someone's shoe to then clean off of someones shoes.  I didn't let him clean my shoes. I used a leave and rubbed the shoe in some dust and that worked fine.

After cleaning my shoes I got my bag and got the train out of Delhi. I don't think I have ever been so happy to leave somewhere. I didn't like Delhi very much.