Lahore (Pakistan), 29.06.2013
Well relaxed we left Islamabad in the morning, in a neatly packed car, without security concerns. We entered the city fearing the worst, listening to security forces that had escorted us. A day off and everything seemed so completely normal, safe, that we just packed and drove onto the highway that leads from Islamabad to Lahore. It was so hot in the morning that we needed to jump into the pool. But the refreshing effect was short lasting. After packing the car on the hotel’s parking lot it felt like just getting out of the same pool.
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Islamabad (Pakistan), 28.06.2013
The day after our night race into the highly secured hotel was planned to be dedicated to relaxing. The Serena in Islamabad is a very beautiful, not too big international yet pakistani hotel. It felt very well to find some of the amenities and services we’re so used to from the west. The friendliness of the staff, the oriental decoration and tasty food made us notice the stark contrast to the Central Asian countries. We started with an extensive breakfast, reading the news, just having all that time that in the last years was never available due to early flights, conference calls in the mornings and other inventions that keep you busy from the early morning hours on. Inspecting the hotel we found it also has a spa, and went for some pampering after an easy lunch.
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Islamabad (Pakistan), 27.06.2013
At 04:30 the alarm rang, time to get up and drive to Islamabad. There was a security alert for the road after Gilgit, we had come as close as possible to the troubled area and wanted to cross it in a day. We were told that in 14-16 hours we should reach the capital city, and we hoped that the Evoque would take us there maybe even a little quicker and with no problems. At 06:00 we were ready to go, checked out in the hotel and had the car perfectly packed. We found a surprise gift in front of our door, an origami flower, that made our day start with a smile (thank you Hadia!). At the reception a police man with an automatic rifle over his shoulder was already waiting for us, someone (we didn’t clearly understand who) had arranged for this precautionary measure to make sure we travel safely. Continue reading “Racing for Security”