People keep asking for my autograph.

Signed about six while buying my ticket for the fourth and final Test.

There aren't really any tourist attractions here so the locals only ever see us foreigners when they host the cricket.

And the locals seem to make the most of it, flocking round you and asking questions to practice their English.

It can get a little overwhelming, but is a pleasant change from being hassled for money.

It seems the local cricket board hasn't seen the debacle that is Adelaide's Footy Park, a ground that is poorly serviced by public transport and is a ways from the city centre, because they have built a new stadium some 18km out (the old one is in the centre).

When not asking tourists for autographs, the locals also love flying kites.

As the sun was setting hundreds could be seen for miles around.

How about the serenity...

A man with a plan

Before I left Delhi, I visited Raj Ghat which is where Mohatma Gandhi was cremated.

In a beautiful public park, there is a lovely little memorial of one of India's favourite sons.

Just across the road is a museum mapping out his life in photos.

You could spend hours looking through them all and reading the quotes from throughout this great man's life.

One of his ideas is known as Swadeshi, which is basically just buying local even if it costs a bit more.

He stood up to the British, who were sending Indian cotton home and processing it into clothes to sell back to the Indians at a cheaper price than they could make them for, by getting everyone to burn their English-processed cotton and make their own.

In doing so Gandhiji made the Charkha (spinning wheel) a national icon which now adorns the flag.

On that note, I am going to buy some local food, sign a few autographs and generally give Aussies a bad name with my disgraceful behaviour.

All for a couple of dollars...