Recently I decided to go on an organised trip to Afghanistan, to see for myself what the place was like. It didn't start well, as the train I was travelling in broke down just a few miles south of the station and I suddenly found myself stranded in a scary hell-hole where no one spoke any English. The train and surrounding streets were full of Muslims, angry, bearded types glared at me, all the local women were draped in black, head-to-toe burqas. I was extremely scared and convinced I was in deep trouble.
Just then, Jim our group leader ushered us off the train and round the corner from Hounslow Station to the bus terminal, where I continued my journey safely to Heathrow Airport.
Topic: Risks of Travelling (Read 899 times)