It all started where it began. And that beginning was the first one. The first start of the beginning.
Hounslow.
As an experienced travel writer, I can tell you lies about how exotic Thailand and Brazil are, but the real treat can be found in the mysteries town in London.
Houn-slow-cool
(Gettid?)
Not only does the sky there look like a rat has vomited and then painted the sickly air with grease, it also smells that way.
The litter on the streets says a lot about the absolute charm of the place, and I think it is in anyone's best interest to live there.
If you get peckish, you can rummage around and find a pretty decent meal. Sick. (In the good and bad way. You will probably pick up a disease in doing so).
If I could rate a place higher than 10, I would rate Hounslow a 2.
Because it's not worthy of a 3, or even a 4.
Please comment on what you want me to write about next. I have been to every place in the entire world, so don't worry if you live in a small island or terrace in Libya.
Until next time,
Timi
(On tour).
