Today should have been a relatively short journey into Lahore. However, our police escort abandons us just outside of Lahore when we had expected an escort to another compound before crossing the border the next day.
We stop in a lay-by to ask some traffic police for an escort. An hour or two of waiting later, and with people starting to get hot and testy, it emerges that the traffic police say it is too dangerous to go unescorted, but that they can’t escort us without a police conference. This won’t be until 9pm – it is about 4:30. Eventually, a friendly face emerges who escorts us to a hotel, though why this is ok with police, I am not really sure.
Outside the hotel, we hang around for an hour or two before we find out if they have enough room for us. A few guys on motorbikes arrive and briefly chat, but then stand around talking amongst themselves. They are just using as for their own conversation piece it would seem. Meg and I pretend to go shoe shopping so we can take advantage of the shops air conditioning.
Outside the hotel, we hang around for an hour or two before we find out if they have enough room for us. A few guys on motorbikes arrive and briefly chat, but then stand around talking amongst themselves. They are just using as for their own conversation piece it would seem. Meg and I pretend to go shoe shopping so we can take advantage of the shops air conditioning.
Dinner is at a KFC. Joost blags a ride with a guy with a horse and cart, but he doesn't go any faster than walking speed anyway. I would guess that not many KFCs in the world have a guard armed with a pump action shotgun, but the things I am finding in KFCs on this trip can be intriguing, e.g. ‘erotic massage’ calling cards in Bucharest.
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