Wow, just checked the date stamp on the last post and realized I had so much to talk about but didn't write it down for the last two months. Shame on me. That is what a blog is about, isn't it?
Well if I don't tell you about my trip to Pakistan, it would be a tragedy. More like the country itself is a tragedy. I went after 17 years and was just as shell-shocked as my girls. They had never been and everything threw them for a loop. Monkeys dressed in skirts wearing sunglasses for money, transvestites looming everywhere for money, gunpoint robberies for money, the best shopping that money can buy -- ok you catch my drift. Like for any woman, shopping was my only therapy.
We tried to find a time to visit when sh*t wasn't happening. I could not have picked a better time: flooding to the North, domestic plane crash to the West, political assasination and rioting in Karachi and in Lahore, where we stayed, this city was the last to experience a suicide bombing. I justified the trip in my mind weeks before we left. There was a court case in my head with the defense stating only the positives about going whereas the prosecution stated the obvious: Canadian Govt warning was TRAVEL AT YOUR OWN RISK.
When we arrived in Pakistan, I inhaled and pretty much held my breath until three weeks later on our return. At the stopover in Abu Dhabi, I totally lost it. I told the hubby and girls that I was going to check out the shops in the airport and ended up bawling in Jimmy Choos. The saleswoman thought I was crying over the prices. It was then I realized that I had just exhaled.
Stay tuned to learn the entire day by day, blog by blog story of my trip into the country that left me helpless, weak and exasperated!
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