A Postcard from Pakistan
Greetings from a rooftop somewhere in Pakistan,
I’m still alive! Albeit, sweating profusely. And I probably have dysentery or something. Oh, and also I was detained and interrogated for sixteen hours by ‘secret police.’
So, um, I guess I apologize for not writing this week… My b.
Just wanted to check in.
Expect a bunch of insane Pakistan misadventures over the next couple weeks; I’ll have to work tirelessly to catch you up. Stay tuned for headless goats, espionage, and a dancing horse! Coming next week:
‘Kidnapped in Alipur’: A Travel Tale from the Punjab
‘The Way of the Pashtunwali’: A Photo Travelogue from Islamabad
‘The Art of ‘Why Not’’: Lesson Seven of Backpackology
In the meantime, here’s a pretty picture from Burka-Land:
See ya Monday,
-Steve-O
Glad to hear from you. Certainly sounds like you have a lot of stories to tell us! Stay safe. Be blessed.
Glad you’re still breathing over there, buddy. Godspeed!
Please come home Steven. We all miss you and you need to come home. Love you , miss you
Can I just say that I’m most excited about the headless goat? Is that weird?
Can’t wait to read the rest of your posts!!
Hi! Are you ok? You haven’t blogged for a while now…
Haha I’m fine, thanks for the concern! In retrospect, I probably should have thought my route through a little bit more and told someone–anyone–that I would be vanishing into the mountains again. After ten days, my mother grew so alarmed that she called the US embassy, and as a result, there may or may not be a search effort currently underway in Pakistan, combing the mountains for my body… Ooopsies.
Haha, u’r crazy
I guess your mum is both relieved and mad at you now, lol! Am glad that you’re ok… 