This was the last meal I had in the UK. I was taken to a place that aptly marked the end of my entire experience with the UK (well, for now, anyway). The place was called Marlow. I couldn't help but associate the name of the place with the dramatist whose work was included in my dissertation. Seemed like a suitable place to end my journey.
To me, it seemed like a serene little town, but rather intriguing in its seemingly uneventful nature. There is not much to write about the place, as I did not get to see much of the place, except a walk along the river and through a park. So I'm going to focus on the meal... the last meal.
- Jun 06 Wed 2012 15:14