Bill composed a list of the countries he wanted to visit on our trip – 1/3 of the way down it said Pakistan. Knowing Bill it had one of two meanings: we were going there come hell or high water or he knew darn well we couldn’t and he was trying to get a reaction out of me.
My response – no and hell no!
I was a bit worried when the we flew to the town of Amritsar, India only 28 kilometers from Pakistan. I keep reiterating my mantra…
Bill told me Amritsar was home to the highest population of Sikhs and since we have learned about the Buddhist and Hindus it would be a place to learn another spiritual sect.
So… off we headed last night – the sign read Lahore, Pakistan.
Of course, we couldn’t get into Pakistan without a visa but we did go to the changing of guards at the border.
A showdown between Pakistan and India to see who’s military can out perform and out stage the other and who’s country has the best cheering section!!!
The crazy process of getting to the staging area is like a mad dash for free seats at a World Cup soccer match. I was more worried about getting trampled by the thousands of people than being captured and held for ransom by Pakistan.
Great fun was had by all. Bill got to see Pakistan and I felt safe.