My Trip to India

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Trip to India Peering out of the international terminal window, I gaped at the colossal Boeing-747 plane standing in front of me, with not just one floor but two floors of seats. All buzzed up in excitement, I bombarded my father with questions about my first real trip to India. I say my first real trip because the first time I had been there was when I was an infant, probably being passed around and adored by countless relatives. "When are we leaving? When will we get there? Where are we staying?" I pestered my father, which got the usual response of "I'll tell you in a bit." This was the mark of my first summer vacation as a teenager, and what better place to go than to Madras, India to visit my relatives and catch a glimpse of a…show more content…
Amazingly, it was 6.00 A.M in the morning and there were traffic jams at many street corners. This surprised me. I did not expect India to be this crowded, and I could barely imagine what it would be like in the during morning rush. Halfway through the trip, we drove through the slum part of Madras because the airport is on the outskirts of the city. Most of the slums are located in Anna Nagar, which translates to little brother city. We slowed down considerably here because the roads were unpaved and merely consisted of dirt and cobblestone rocks. The number of people also increased staggeringly when we entered the slums. With the car bumping to the left, right, up, and down I watched as we passed roadside stores or services that ranged greatly. My mother was frightened when she heard bumps and thumps as people brushed against the car trying to get out of the way. As we crawled through the town we saw the left a man with a j shaped knife slicing coconuts and popped straws in it and sold them to people as a meal, and next to him there were people feeding sugarcane through a machine that mashed the cane into a pulp to make juice. We drove past homes made out of sticks or leftover construction equipment like large pipes, and ladies pumping water out of a well. Many of the children in these homes did not even wear any clothes. It was kind of awkward as we drove past them and they

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