TRAVEL ON 2 WHEELS #23 – PAKISTAN // WE QUIT

A warm greeting to all who joined me in this last episode of Pakistan and are curious, howthis story will end.

If you are also wondering how itis possible to wake up comfortably in the morning with the first sunshine in your tent and be taken away by the police 12 hours later at the first moonlight, then sit back and letme explain.

Right from the start, I will explain a lot in this episode, because my recordings on my SD card were damaged in the course of this story and I was only able to save a small part.

So make yourselves comfortable, because the ending of this country will once again surpass all previous ones.

Unfortunately As already mentioned, the start of the day was as comfortable asrarely, as we were all alone andcould really enjoy the silence.

After our very exclusive brunch with porridge, muesli and bread, we mingled again in the chaos.

The day itself was also packed with a lot of cycling, eating and talking as usual.

In the afternoon we bought some fresh vegetables, which can be found in every village.

How can the situation turn so quickly? Well, that's where my footage comes in, at least what's left of it.

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And yes, I know they're really bad to look at, sorry.

At 5:00 pm we were alreadyon a side street looking for a piece of land on which we could pitch our tents for the night.

At 7:00 pm we have alreadysettled in a comfortabl and peacefull place and started cooking.

Also at this place someresidents came to meet us, whichdidn't disturb.

At 8:00 pm, the situation changed abruptly when suddenly the police with two pickup trucks with flashing lights, two motorcycles and about 20 menappeared and slowly approached.

In the meantime this had become standard, so we thought up a concept accordingly.

So it was Timo's job that evening to talk to the police while I was eating.

And so the discussion started.

What set this discussion apart from all the others in Pakistan was an elderly policeman who started tearing at our tents, which we didn't find funny at all.

At 9:30 pm I was already in the tent and wrote in my diary, while Timo still had to deal with the police officers.

Meanwhile policemen, civilian policemen and villagers stood onthe place and we all talked and laughed, so that the mood automatically became more tense.

What I found afterwards was a voice memo, which I recorded in the tent.

They're taking apart my tent They're arresting me As I tried to talk to a policeman, my tent with all my stuff was also torn through the dirt.

After Timo disappeared, the policemen stopped screaming around and our material was leftalone, I started to pack ourstuff, which caused me to lose various material in the darkness.

After an eternity Timo suddenly came back and we helped each other as good as we could.

The one policeman who spoke a little English told us that we will now go to the police station where we are allowed to stay forone night.

So we set off to the next town under the watchful eyeof 30 policemen.

After 10min they said whatwe had arrived, which made us suspicious.

And that was justified, because the policemen wanted to put us in a villager's house, which wasn't the plan.

But it wasn't a big surprise anymore cause every second word of police officers in Pakistan is a lie and so we insisted thatwe were brought to the police station to talk to the superiors.

At 00:00 o'clock and a thousand other unnecessary discussions wewere on a pickup truck on the way to the police station.

The situation reminded us of thefirst days in Pakistan and the escort through Belutschistan.

We are in the police station now.

I'm all run down they treated us like criminals.

I don't want to be in Pakistan any longer.

I lost my motivation.

Do you want to say something? We've been trying for two weeks now.

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the cooperate with the police.

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Cooperate with the hotels, camping.

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and exactly where we found a good rhythm and had goodcampsites for the last few days.

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was the last night a proof that Pakistan isn't ready for tourists no system and the police is unorganised and underqualified for this job.

So it can screw up all the good impression and memories of this country.

After our cabbage for breakfastwe had the opportunity to talk to some higher place man.

We didn't get much further in this conversation, but at least we were promised an escort to the Wagah Boarder, which we appreciated.

With the help of Azhar our translator we were able to move to a smaller room which wasn't in use, for the protection of our nerves.

The day after.

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In the whole police station we found one person who could speakgood english.

He helps to organize everything He's also a policeman but the only one who can understand our situation.

In the afternoon there was a creeping suspicion that our escort was only a lie to keep usquiet, so we sought the conversation with a higher official.

The day of our escort looked like this.

The second day was a Sunday and there was nobody left in the police station.

We found another person in the back office so we explained everything again.

I was so done with this shit.

I barricaded myself in our room and prepared to ride the last 170km to the border in one day, even if I had to leaf Timo behind.

From now on it was all about protecting our mental health from all the stress and the disappointment.

And then something happened.

What I thought was another disappointment turned out to be a rescue in need, because our new host Latif stoodby his word, was the only one who understood our situation andtook pity on us.

Timo has organized a guy.

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A Pakistani who lives in Switzerland since 20 years.

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We go to him now.

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Apparently he brings us somehow at sometime to Lahore.

In the evening he took us to a local restaurant and we had the best food since we were in Pakistan.

Another example of how quickly asituation can change by 180 degrees, only our nerves aren't made for such a level of stress.

In such moments you could just start crying and collapse, but then you would have missed the whole rest of the evening.

Together we went to the city andLatif and his brother showed us the centre.

the history, the traditions and the love of the Pakistani people.

Before going to bed we joined the usual evening round of the village elders and listened to them talking and laughing.

That's how it is.

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Boarder crossing is always funny Sometimes you are a little lonely.

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