Peshawar certainly has a Wild West feel and this registration plate brought back stories of the North West Frontier, which evoke the Khyber Pass and Pathan tribal warriors
Today to Rawalpindi and walked through the bustling but friendly bazaars
But more of that later …first a visit to historic Rawalpindi railway station
Being a passionate train traveller, I asked the official if I could walk on the platform to see the departing express.
He indicated I should buy a platform ticket but our guide JoJo said we should seek a permission as tourists (always one to buck the system!).
So we went over to HQ and worked our way step by step up the management ladder by about 7 levels until we met the woman in charge…the remarkably young Mrs Mumtaz whose palatial office we finally attended - her new baby and nanny were stood by her desk). Not a scene I expected in Pakistan and JoJo was delighted to meet another woman bucking the trend. The controller explained she had recently been appointed by competitive examination and was the fourth woman in the role, as the scoreboard attests.
She explained that once the express had fine a security detail would escort us around the station (!).
The corridors of power
Meanwhile the Australian trio had been happily wandering around the station, vaguely wondering where we had gone…and themselves causing some suspicion which led to them being escorted to the Station Master’s office where he interrogated them.
However once JoJo and I were escorted back to the station by the colourfully dressed Mrs Mumtaz, officials kowtowing in her path, harmony was restored and we were offered chai and a tour. It was clear from the deference given her that she did indeed wield power.
Mrs Mumtaz in yellow, JoJo to her left. Baby was left with nanny in the office. Station master in dark suit and head of security to his right.
We finally got to stand on a train. Sadly the train line to Kabul is ‘no longer operational’, we were told.
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