Last Post about Pakistan
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Sometimes I feel amazed with myself: how could I write so much?
Even I was at a place for only about a day, I could write up to 7 posts (e.g. Bandung).I think I'm really too obsessed with this "hobby", and it's necessary for me to tell, this will be the LAST post about Pakistan.
I love life that is full of surprises, just like, I never think I'd step on Pakistan.
This is a normal view near roundabouts. Selling carpet like this, won't the carpets get very dirty? And what to do if there is a sudden rain? Everything will be dampened and becomes heavier, right?
If you ask me, I definitely do not like to name the places using alphabets and numbers, or to have them in square sectors (see here).
An ice cream seller.
The lorries in Islamabad are very colorful. It doesn't represent anything specific, just a culture.
The small truck which is a public transport is similarly colorful.
A fully-loaded lorry.
This taxi broke down at the junction.
The modern type of mosque.
This is a police camping area. Why do the police camp here? I don't know. The NSN (Nokia Siemens Networks) office is located just opposite here.
There are not many apartments or condos in Islamabad. Most of the houses are of this type. Very big size.
We spent our dusk during the blackout session at the balcony. Peter and Shahla taught me a game using 6 dice.
That night, we cooked some pasta as dinner. We continued to chat while having dinner, till the time for me to leave.
Shahla and Peter accompanied me to catch a taxi. We walked to a nearby market area, and Peter carried my luggage. Later, they even helped me to bargain with the taxi driver (from 300 Rupee). I was very touched with their kindness. At last, I said I'm okay with 225 Rupee (appx RM12) to the airport, where the journey took around 45 minutes.
Finally, I still spent 240 Rupee, coz the driver did not have small change. Don't know why, I felt sorry to both of them for their effort in getting a lower fare.
Basically, I don't feel too bad with Pakistan, but just before I left, something made me felt don't want to go again. It was at the "Anti-Narcotics Force" where they officer took everything out from my luggage, and simply put things in again. I could not help but scolded him.
At the immigration queue, there is a special lane for ladies. I really can't understand, why are all these needed?
Sometimes I feel amazed with myself: how could I write so much?
Even I was at a place for only about a day, I could write up to 7 posts (e.g. Bandung).I think I'm really too obsessed with this "hobby", and it's necessary for me to tell, this will be the LAST post about Pakistan.
I love life that is full of surprises, just like, I never think I'd step on Pakistan.
This is a normal view near roundabouts. Selling carpet like this, won't the carpets get very dirty? And what to do if there is a sudden rain? Everything will be dampened and becomes heavier, right?
If you ask me, I definitely do not like to name the places using alphabets and numbers, or to have them in square sectors (see here).
An ice cream seller.
The lorries in Islamabad are very colorful. It doesn't represent anything specific, just a culture.
The small truck which is a public transport is similarly colorful.
A fully-loaded lorry.
This taxi broke down at the junction.
The modern type of mosque.
This is a police camping area. Why do the police camp here? I don't know. The NSN (Nokia Siemens Networks) office is located just opposite here.
There are not many apartments or condos in Islamabad. Most of the houses are of this type. Very big size.
We spent our dusk during the blackout session at the balcony. Peter and Shahla taught me a game using 6 dice. That night, we cooked some pasta as dinner. We continued to chat while having dinner, till the time for me to leave.
Shahla and Peter accompanied me to catch a taxi. We walked to a nearby market area, and Peter carried my luggage. Later, they even helped me to bargain with the taxi driver (from 300 Rupee). I was very touched with their kindness. At last, I said I'm okay with 225 Rupee (appx RM12) to the airport, where the journey took around 45 minutes.
Finally, I still spent 240 Rupee, coz the driver did not have small change. Don't know why, I felt sorry to both of them for their effort in getting a lower fare.
Basically, I don't feel too bad with Pakistan, but just before I left, something made me felt don't want to go again. It was at the "Anti-Narcotics Force" where they officer took everything out from my luggage, and simply put things in again. I could not help but scolded him.
At the immigration queue, there is a special lane for ladies. I really can't understand, why are all these needed?
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