Having filed the last report on Tuesday, I got the hotel staff to retrieve my bike from the bowels of the building where they had been keeping it, in order to give it a check over ready for the next day’s trip. At their behest I’d locked the wheels and frame together before they […]
In order to avoid going stir crazy I decided to make use of my convalescence period by sampling some of what Islamabad and its environs has to offer for the tourist. Buddhist readers will be familiar with the place name of Gandhara and of King Ashoka, the Mauryan Emperor who converted to Buddhism and […]
The first thing I must do is say a great big thank you to everyone who sent me commiserations, advice, offers of help and encouragement after the last report; I was overwhelmed. I was feeling lousy and at a very low ebb and it certainly gave me a lift.
Things are a lot better.
When I finished […]
I delayed my departure from Rawalpindi. Even after a day of just water, followed by a day of only bananas and yogurt, my stomach still wan’t right. The young woman staffing the hotel reception was very sympathetic though. She sent one of the young ‘hangers on’ out for bananas and yogurt for […]
On Wednesday 4th January I had to make a quick decision. As soon as I’d breakfasted, I took a walk down to the Station, joined the scrum again and gradually made my way to the window. I was confronted by the same man who’d dropped the ‘2 week’ bombshell the day before but […]
I arrived in Quetta, Pakistan - the tenth country on the journey - at midnight 1st/2nd January, after a bone-shaking, bladder-busting 12 hours by coach from Taftan; but more about that later. Let me first finish the Zahedan story.
When I got back to the hotel after filing the last report, Moza Shah (my […]