When I was walking on street in Rawalpindi, I saw a strange scene: hanging passenger. The door of any bus or minibus was opening
when driving, and one, or two, or even more passengers hanging at doorway. "How dangerour it is!" I think. But it like nothing! How interesting custom!
I enjoyed walking around the marketplace and shopping. Everything is very inexpensive to buy, and you can find very lovely things for little money.
Fondest memory: My fondest memory is of the family I stayed with and with all the people I met, they are very kind and hospitable, one of my fondest memories is of the night i went to a stage show and I got to enoy a group of musicians playing their own homemade instruments and people put roses and maigold wreaths around my neck. It was a wonderful experiene.