Our departure from Pakistan was quite adventurous…
Hospital, expired Visa and a night camping in “no man’s land” between Pakistan and India.
Let’s go in order.
Thomas went to the hospital for a tonsils infection, Agata could not go too far from the toilet for a intestinal infection (all the credit goes to our love for street food: the Pani Poori of Lahore). This allow us to reach the border only on the last day of Visa.
Well, to allow the daily ceremony to haul down the flag, the border closes at strange hours (early afternoon). Our worries fade away when we see the border police minimize the problem “1 day, 2 days, 3 days… no problem! Enjoy the ceremony!”
And this is what we actually did, for the honor gallery.
It’s too hot to sleep in the tend, we hang a mosquito net to a bush and for tonight it will be ok. A man comes to tell us that in the ’80 this same garden was always full with tents and travelers coming and going. It’s even hard to imagine it now.
TUMP!
The huge tree behind us is a fresh mango supplier… this is the good side of being in Pakistan in July!
The next morning we handled quickly all the formality: they checked if the chassis number was the same of the Carnet de Passage, and we are ready to go to India. On the Indian side things are not so fast: they took advantage of our presence to train a class of going-to-be border police. Lucky eh?
Six months of India! It is now time to sigh with relief after months of running due to the expiration dates of our Pakistan Visas.
But Pakistan left us with a sour taste in our mouths, too beautiful and too many things we wanted to see but we couldn’t see. We make a promise to ourselves: go back to Pakistan!
I forgot: we saw weird things on the way to the Wagha Border, on the canal everything can happen!
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