Rural Pakistan
The next morning our new police escorts were hardcore to the max! We had two trucks full of serious police with mounted machine guns on the trucks. They relayed seamlessly with each other until we reached the county border. Then everything relaxed slightly, and the escorts allowed us to ride on ahead, and stop when we wanted. We travelled with the Uruguayans- the German had stayed behind to put his bike on a train to Islamabad. The scenery started to improve, and the rivers were bright blue, and there were pretty caves in the rocks. Possibly they housing Bin Laden, it was definitely his neck of the woods. Kingfishers fluttered past. Buffaloes bathed in the mud. Adam & Eve giggled in the bushes… It was incredibly hot, but the riding was excellent. The boys stopped to pour buckets of water onto their heads from the wells. We stopped to recover and drink sugar, and gathered an enormous crowd of pleased onlo...