This is the eighth journal entry in a series of about 15 which I wrote over a three week period while I was in Pakistan this summer. If you go to the category Pakistan Journal you can see all the entries. There are some really interesting experiences and observations which I make throughout the trip(or well at least in my opinion).

6/15/2004

Today we went to Pizza Hut. Anis Uncle treated us. Finally American food! I chowed down like anything. Finally! American Food! It was so good, especially since we could have meat on our Pizza! I especially enjoyed the smoked chicken pizza. My stomach was good for a while after that. My uncle jokingly said that I got what I needed (or what my stomach needed/craved). After eating that how could anyone go back to eating salan?

 At night it would get so hot I would stand on the street corner trying to catch a breeze. It was so suffocating in the homes that I wanted to sleep right on the streets.

This would be my final full day in Karachi. We had a dawat at night at the Air Cadet Club or something. It was in the army town called ‘defense’ which is heavily guarded and is one of the cleaner areas in Karachi. There are similar areas in the rest of Pakistan. My relative was using his perks again to hold this dinner. I learned that he tests airline pilots for PIA. I also learned there are a few female pilots on staff. When we get to this hall there are army guys at the entrance. The place is blasting AC which is very abnormal for most Pakistani places, except for high end homes and restaurants. The place is really nice in fact. There is a picture on the wall of  Prime Minister Gamoli and my Grandmothers brother. We had waiters serve us. You could tell that the place was high tech because not only did it have toilets but it also had toilet paper. My stomach was so messed up that I felt the need to go but I couldn’t go. My brother in law’s family was there as well. The weather was so bad on the way there that I felt like passing out. I was sitting in the front seat squished with my mother. All cars in Pakistan are manual. So this huge Suziki which has its engine under the seat (which we’re sitting on top of) is really cooking. There’s about 15 relatives of ours sitting in the back military style (two rows lined up against the walls of the van).

Pictures from this segment of the trip:

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