Rawalpindi. If this shopping Mecca does not carry it, then you do not need it.
Originally I had thought Peshawar would make for a wonderful, if long, day trip from Islamabad, but common sense prevailed and I scaled back this day’s plan to Wah Gardens and Taxila.
I left a pair of linen pants to be laundered before heading to breakfast with Tony. After the long flight they were misshapen and coated with flight funk and I wanted them fresh for my return. Laundry cost, €2.86 equivalent. A gal could get used to this. Continue reading “Dangerous Days in Pakistan. Tea Time”
With a little help from the Concierge I was able to track down Zulfiqar, my driver/guide. He had simply gone away for the weekend, but was fully committed to being at my service for the next four days. Phew.
Now that I have your attention… 😉 I’ll just run with this spoiler: the extraordinary hospitality and friendliness of the Pakistani people is dangerously addictive; their cuisine, even more so. Leaving Pakistan was like wishing a good friend farewell, my heart heavy wondering when I might return.
Although Tony was on travel this past week to a warm destination, I was unable to accompany him. It was not because I was not in the mood for a security detail while I shopped or went sightseeing; rather, Anna Grace’s winter recital was this week (she performed beautifully), and it was imperative that I procured kolbasa for our Christmas dinner. Provocative, photogenic, and security-dense destinations can wait for another time.