My parents have always loved everything about India, so a year ago we went on holiday there. It's a wonderful 1 with beautiful scenes and interesting people. However, I didn't enjoy Indian 2 very much.
On the second day we planned to see an old palace. At the 3 they said, "If you go by train, it'll take you only two hours to get there." However, the hot 4 took us over four hours. I was very 5 when we got there, so we had some rice and vegetables with bread in a small restaurant. We were 6 to find the food was quite nice. I wasn't full up though and I saw a man nearby eating some little meatballs.
I said to my dad, "I've been eating rice all week. Can I have some meatballs, please?"
Well, they looked delicious so I ate the first one very 7. I was just putting the second one in my mouth when I felt myself 8 —my mouth was on fire! I started to cough and there were tears in my eyes. I couldn't 9 how spicy it was!
I drank about ten glasses of water but the worst thing was everyone was laughing at me. You couldn't make me eat another Indian meatball for all the 10 in the world.
