This wont mean anything unless you were there.
Madina, The epicenter of backpacker travel in Pakistan.
I think we all got sucked in at least a week or three.
Gulpis, the middle of fucking nowhere, on an election night, stayed in one of the most decrepit filthiest places I have ever stayed.
Checked the register to see how many weeks ago the last foreigner passed through, and found two other lost Australians who signed in only an hour before.
Thats how I met Steele and Amber.
Months on the road: 6(?), Months to go: Indefinite.
Darius and Oshan – Stuck at Madina when I arrived.
Months on the road: 2 years. Months to go: Indefinite.
Ramazan’s only real option, Mutton Karahi and the communal cup.
Dan – Cycled across from the UK (not uncommon), is the current World Record holder for Bog Snorkelling Triathlon (uncommon).
Chris and Larissa – Cycled from Holland, had the koolest bike panniers out of everyone.
Haruna – My personal Japanese tutor for two months, “don-touch-my-moustache”. See you Yemen!
Geoff – Photographer extraordinaire, man behind the photos on my Eid post.
Months on the road: 1 year, Months to go: 6?
Norway (Ulla) – Slept with bedbugs in ‘Pindi for 8 days because the Indian embassy had his passport, thus he couldn’t shift hotels.
Asking to swap rooms didn’t occur to him.
“I’ll have the testes chop chop”
Chamans – Super Deluxe Special
Alister, Oshan, Steele, Amber, Darius, Matt
Made in China, I wish I had your photo.
Phillip and Issac, I think you were too ripped to ever make it to dinner.
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and the man none of us will ever forget..
“Khona Mona!” – “Excuse me sir, you pay now”