Prime Hotel & Restaurant Faisalabad Pakistan

... full of military bluster, strutting, saluteing and stomping of feet. It is done with precision and sometime with menacing looks.

Things began to conspire against our timely arrival even before we left.
1. The fast food chinese place was slow, lunh held us up.
2. at 4:45, we ran past driver into hotel to get the bags, the magnetic key failed to open our door- reprogramming at the front desk required.
3. Wedrove like madmen very dangerous over ...

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... and down on the road/stage waving huge green and white Pakistani flags. One of them was a young boy, another around thirty and the last was quite elderly. They were apparently covering their cheerleading demographics. After several minutes of growing excitement a man came on the loudspeaker and stirred the crowd up further by shouting 'Pakistan!' to which the crowd would reply 'Zindabad!' I was later told this means long live Pakistan.  

With the crowds on both sides in ...

... ice cream and chocolate and other goodies at a service station before shooting straight through Lahore to the border at Wagha in the hope that we could cross and spend the night in Amritsar. We didn't really understand the escorts, as they abandoned us through the mountains (a target area) and through Lahore (another target area ...

... to be introduced to the women who were all in bed but woken to say a dazed hello (yes I felt very guilty but they insisted) then I went with the men to join the festival. They were delighted to show me the main attraction of the evening - 3 different area set aside for 'ladyboy' dancers! I was amused and surprised. Here in this village the men were going man for these dancers - some who'd had operations to change, some who simply 'padded' The guys sat around with ...

... match are completely insane. As the temperature and humidity swelled inside the ground I did what any Aussie would do at the Cricket, I took my shirt off. It was fifteen minutes before Sam said to me "ya noo met, thar chanten to yoo, ya silly wee coont", as I tuned to the madness I decoded the chant. Behind me were five thousand Pakistani's chanting "NAKED BOY, NAKED BOY, NAKED BOY". I was slightly disappointed after the ...

... out in the pattern of the Union Jack. They still remain but have been engulfed in very unplanned urban sprawl. It's hot, dusty, noisy and polluted with nothing to do or anything aesthetically pleasing to see. Thank god for the cricket! And what an experience that proved to be. Everyone has been very polite and welcoming, shaking hands and asking how we like their city. Obviously I lie through my teeth and say I enjoy it very much. The ...

... Darren. Darren Gough. I'm arriving late as I've been on that ridiculous dancing show but now I'm ready for some cricket. Which one of you good men is my driver? After a few handshakes and 'you velly goods' they asked to see my Three Lions tattoo, and that's when the game was up. I grabbed my bag and hopped into a taxi for the first of many hair-raising drives through the Lahore traffic dodging bikes, donkeys, handcarts, tuk-tuks, pedestrians, food ...

... flow, with Pakistan looking like they would win the game easily for the first couple of days until Jayasuriya spent over a day at the crease adding 253 to the scoreboard, with the final hour or two of his knock putting the final nails into the Pakistani coffin and securing the game for Sri Lanka. Myself and Alex were the only two ...

... to search our bags, which we would not consent to and as they were insistent on this we left. The owner of the second hotel spent five minutes scouring our passports before suddenly remembering that he had no rooms. We found the third hotel acceptable, but was about twice what we had been paying in Gilgit, so we asked why this was, to which we received the enigmatic answer, "Ahhhh, but this is the Manchester." Between the first ...