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The journey through Pakistan

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The journey through Pakistan The plane took off from Heathrow. I looked down at the suburban houses and fizzed with anticipation. All though I had been born in England, my parents came from Pakistan, and we were going there to see our relatives and enjoy a holiday. I have many relatives in Pakistan and my mum and dad kept in close contact with them. But apart from the relatives it was the country it self: the wonderful mountains rivers flowing through and the little villages so different from where I lived in London. The weather is mostly hot but the north of Pakistan can be cold. Sometimes there are earthquakes and there is a monsoon season, which can cause terrible accidents. Most people live in the towns. Surrounded by India, China, Afghanistan and Iran, Pakistan is truly a blend of east, west and anything between. Some of its highlights include cultural capital Lahore, the artificial capital Islamabad and its twin city Rawalpindi, frontier city Pesahwar, and the Balochi capital Quetta (the closest you can get to Afghanistan without crossing the border). ...read more.

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So he took me and we head out before it got dark. The trek to the mud hut to get the motorbike was always exciting. The earth smelled fresh and new, promising warmth, and as the birds awoke, they'd repetitively practice the prologues to their songs. We'd walk past the apple trees, and I could smell the sharpness of the rotten fruit that had dropped to the ground. Occasionally, I'd slip on a peel, so I learned to be careful not to run too quickly. We'd walk past the water troughs where the tadpoles were busy wiggling their way to frog hood and pick up the pond trail on the other side of the musty-smelling mud hut. He started giving me a lesson, but the first time I started the bike, I crashed it into the icecream tri cycle. But I was alright after. Pakistan was and edgy and traditional experience. You are really out in the wilds in some places. The hospitality is enormous and traveling there was a huge educational experience. ...read more.

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The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not lose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost. But my dad was an expert map reader, and we found our way from the endless journey. When we were there, everything seemed so natural. There were massive rigid bulky rocks and beautiful, fresh, sparkling water. We went on top of the mountain and stayed the night in a wooden hut that was beautifully handcrafted by the natives. At home I regularly attend the mosque on Friday it is very important for my religion and family, it was a real pleasure for me to attend in Pakistan. So eventually our holiday came to an end. What an event filled time! I felt sad fastening my seat belt in the plane as it was taking me back to England, but I knew I would be back again soon. ?? ?? ?? ?? ...read more.

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