Days Thirty to Thirty One: Sukkur

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Sukkur was fun. We had armed guards following the bus and guarding the hotel and, after some people had had a few drinks, two or three people got their photos taken holding AK47s (can you imagine that happening back home!). One of the girls I was sitting with was half convinced that she saw a sniper on the roof next door. It turned out to be a man with a chair, but, as someone pointed out, the chair coud be so he could shoot us all in comfort.

The second day was brilliant; we went to an old ruined city called Moenjodaro, which was apparently the birthplace of IndoEuropean languages. It was unimaginably hot, but still managd to interest us. The name translates as City of the Dead, so I'm guessing it was named after it was ruined. It was inhabited 5, 000 years ago and had technology and skills that rival those in communities millenia later.

After we got back from Moenjodaro we set off in tongas (carriages drawn by very skinny horses) on the river, where we got on a boat and crossed over to see some Hindu temples, just for a break from all the mosques we'd seen in Iran, and a traditional houseboat.

Going home was fun, because words had spread so we were followed home by crowds of running children and people on bikes. It's quite a surreal experience waving to all these people and having them wave back, but very fun. Me and Tasha got followed for ages by these two guys on a bike, up to the point where we were trying to figure out how to get rid of them if they were still there at the hotel. Fortunately there was a small pile up and we lost them.

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