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Goats, guns and generosity: How Pakistan stole an Aussie’s heart
JOEL HILL — UPDATED ABOUT 2 HOURS AGO
“Don’t go, comrade, they kill cricketers there!” This was the general reaction I received when I told people back home I was going to Pakistan.
They would also ask, “Why?”
I wasn’t entirely sure of the answer to that. All I knew was that when you get a chance to go somewhere that you otherwise would never be able to, you go.
There are some nutters that do it alone. They don’t speak the language and have this bizarre feeling of invulnerability. They come to Pakistan, hitchhike around in blissful ignorance of the possible dangers and almost always survive. I am envious of these people and definitely not one of them.
Luckily, I had a friend on the inside, Madeeha. She promised to show me the true side of Pakistan, and that is exactly what I saw from one entry point, Karachi all the way to the other, Khunjerab.
“Tell your friends back in Australia we are good people.”
The warmth! The people are lovely, that’s just the way it is.
Nobody tried to rip me off, leer at me like I was an alien (well, there was some confusion initially) or generally appear threatening or nasty. People always wanted to say hello, offer us chai, have a photo taken and just chit chat.
Some would say, “Tell your friends back in Australia we are good people.” Which I have.
The pictures I took show breathtaking landscapes, glorious mountains and stunning lakes, but while my phone captured the vista, the people captured my heart.
Having a chat with a mate at the Khunjerab Festival. —Madeeha Syed
Holding the breakfast tray with the mighty Passu cones in the background. —Photo by Viviana Mazza.
At Attabad Lake, I did my own version of Australian travel blogger Sophee Smiles' famous photo pirouetting on top of a boat. See below.
The original:
My version:
Close enough? —Madeeha Syed
I even reluctantly wore the local hat (Pakol) around and people loved it. ‘Reluctantly’ because back home in Australia, we are being taken over by politically correct idiots who are convinced that everything is racist. Wearing a hat like that for them is ‘cultural appropriation’. (For real, Google it.)
But while I was unsure about being ‘racist’ for wearing the hat, I was met only with cheers and welcoming embraces once I put it on; it seemed somewhat typical of the Pakistani spirit. I had left behind the bullying western culture of shutting people down; nobody was trying to tear me down. Everyone was welcoming and I adored that.
The mate who sold me the hat (Pakol) and put a feather on it so I could look even more handsome. —Madeeha Syed
All foreigners were required to register at the many checkpoints in the Northern Areas. Here, I am patiently waiting for them to scribble something in their journal and hand my passport back to me. —Madeeha Syed
I try to man a check post. Madeeha thinks I'm not exactly cut out for the job. —Madeeha Syed
"Postcards that are never going to leave the subcontinent" ‒ at a post office in Hunza trying to send home some of the Pakistani love. —Madeeha Syed
JOEL HILL — UPDATED ABOUT 2 HOURS AGO
“Don’t go, comrade, they kill cricketers there!” This was the general reaction I received when I told people back home I was going to Pakistan.
They would also ask, “Why?”
I wasn’t entirely sure of the answer to that. All I knew was that when you get a chance to go somewhere that you otherwise would never be able to, you go.
There are some nutters that do it alone. They don’t speak the language and have this bizarre feeling of invulnerability. They come to Pakistan, hitchhike around in blissful ignorance of the possible dangers and almost always survive. I am envious of these people and definitely not one of them.
Luckily, I had a friend on the inside, Madeeha. She promised to show me the true side of Pakistan, and that is exactly what I saw from one entry point, Karachi all the way to the other, Khunjerab.
“Tell your friends back in Australia we are good people.”
The warmth! The people are lovely, that’s just the way it is.
Nobody tried to rip me off, leer at me like I was an alien (well, there was some confusion initially) or generally appear threatening or nasty. People always wanted to say hello, offer us chai, have a photo taken and just chit chat.
Some would say, “Tell your friends back in Australia we are good people.” Which I have.
The pictures I took show breathtaking landscapes, glorious mountains and stunning lakes, but while my phone captured the vista, the people captured my heart.
At Attabad Lake, I did my own version of Australian travel blogger Sophee Smiles' famous photo pirouetting on top of a boat. See below.
The original:
My version:
I even reluctantly wore the local hat (Pakol) around and people loved it. ‘Reluctantly’ because back home in Australia, we are being taken over by politically correct idiots who are convinced that everything is racist. Wearing a hat like that for them is ‘cultural appropriation’. (For real, Google it.)
But while I was unsure about being ‘racist’ for wearing the hat, I was met only with cheers and welcoming embraces once I put it on; it seemed somewhat typical of the Pakistani spirit. I had left behind the bullying western culture of shutting people down; nobody was trying to tear me down. Everyone was welcoming and I adored that.