Karimabad- a small slice of heaven
The next day saw the Germans head off towards the Khunjerab border to look at China. We bucked the trend for a bit of anti-social alone time, and headed off to find the walnut cake. Karimabad was only a couple of hours down the road. We found the cake. We ate the cake. We fell in love with the cake, the café, and the town. It was perfect in every way so we found a hotel and stayed the night. We met a great Lahori guy in the café. He told us how his whole family thought he was mad for being there as it was so dangerous, and then laughed. We clicked. Our hotel was amazing, with sunflowers and apricot trees, and a goat we fed. We met some fellow hotel-dwellers, and spent a pleasant evening gabbing over a big communal meal. We found a Brock, a young Aussie mechanic who was on a 2 year trip round the world. There was a Peter, an old hippie anarchist; a lanky guy with bizarrely loud Homer Simpson patterned...