The Postman

Morning glory. Just up and about, packing, tea drinking, fixing and tinkling. Old Dorothy had a puncture as we crept up the KKH so having been refused a fix by a couple of the local spanner men I finally found one who had a new tube and a smile not a scowl. Strange place Pakistan. [...]

Well, we made it. An easy peasy border crossing stalled only by the four Indian checkpoints that all had to write down passport and vehicle details and we were on the other side; Pakistan. The same but slightly different is how you could compare it to India, but even just those nuances, those little extra [...]