Ok, despite the general lack of interest, I'll carry on.
Part four...Chitral or Bust.
So, having found our bus we could now relax and take in more of the sights Peshawar had to offer. After a couple of cups of extremely strong tea we decided to hop on one of the little three wheeled taxis that appeared to be everywhere. It was quite an experience, three of us crammed into this strange little carriage weaving our way through the crazy Peshawar traffic at what seemed break neck speed and seriously threatening to life and limb. After a mile or two we decided to proceed on foot, (whilst we were still capable) and check out the Bazaar, reputed to be the best in Pakistan. This was an amazing place, streets so narrow, sights sounds, aromas, an attack on the senses almost to the point of overload. After about an hour we bumped into Bart and Renatta once more and decided we would all meet at the Pearl Continental for lunch. The Pearl Continental is the smartest hotel in town, quite a contrast to the last few hotels we had stayed in. Anyway we took full advantage of what was likely to be our last bit of comparative luxury for quite some time and gorged on chicken, ice cream and sweet lassi before saying our final goodbyes to Bart and Renatta and headed off to join our bus to Chitral. Actually I use the term 'bus' loosely, it was really a beat up old Mercedes that looked ready for the scrap heap. Tim and Dave were lucky, their window actually had glass in it, for me there was just an open space next to my seat. Slowly the bus started to fill up, everyone seemed to be carrying huge amounts of baggage and some livestock in the shape of hens in cages which were duly strapped on the roof. It did seem though, that no one had as much baggage as us, our three huge kit bags, rucksacks and two large plastic drums took up quite a large space next to the chickens and sweet potatoes up on the roof. But we did need enough supplies for the three week trek through the mountains, even though we would have to buy more supplies when we reached Chitral. So, with the afternoon drawing to a close and a hectic day behind us, we were finally on our way...Chitral or bust, I was beginning to feel good about it all, at last.
Next time...Peshawar to the start of the Lowari Pass, and a scary encounter.
I don't know of any laws that have been changed in the uk to accommodate Muslim immigrants. Which laws have been changed in Canada to accommodate them?
I don't know what my opinion would be if I lived in France. I live in a very multicultural Greater Manchester, and for quite some time right in the middle of the most ethnically diverse part of that area, can't say that I've ever come across any 'no go areas' though.
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I only look like this...because I need a haircut.
RE: Is it too much to ask??
I don't know Vinny, why do some people have to seek assurance of the bleedin obvious!!!