The Holi festival
Home again after two weeks in India! My parents are asleep, exhausted from the long flight. My sister is chatting with her friend and I fell wide awake. I keep thinking of the cows in the street of Delhi, the temples and the bazaars. But I am just going to write about Holi, the Festibal of Colours in Barsana! It was unbelievable!
We had to go there by bus from Delhi because Dad did not want to drive. Both he and Mum were not feeling well because it was so hot. My sister and I did not mind the heat or the constant stops.