We arrived in Karachi, Pakistan after 7 years! Me, my sister Rubina, her hubby Giuseppe, 4 year old Aliyah and 8 month old blondie Alessandro, to be known as Amir when he hits Pakistan turf. Amir is his middle muslim name.
Its the first time for Giuseppe and obviously the kids.
After a last minute decision to come because our Dad is sick in hospital all visa's and tickets were obtained as fast as possible - or not.
Rubina had to renew her passport and Giuseppe needed 5 days for his visa with only a two week window - always drama.
I ended up outside the Pakistan High Commission in Knightsbridge at 9.30 am with my luggage, with just 5 hours before our flight departed. First in the queue before the doors opened god help anyone who tried to get past me!
With two of us, me and Giuseppe, we planned our strategy of at least one of us in a queue at all times. It worked well and we had all the visa's paid for by 10.15 - just 15 mins after the door opened. Sigh, lulled into a false sense of victory we were told to come back at 4pm to pick up our passports!! Noooo, naheeeen, in true Bollywood film fashion!
We need them now!! We are leaving at 2pm! we were told they would be ready!
Mutter mutter, who told you? This is not how we do things, more mutter mutter - ta dah, as if by magic - they will ready in an hour! .......
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