Day Thirty Three: Multan

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Multan was not good. Not good at all.

To be fair the hotel was amazing; they gave us some really nice drinks and flower garland necklaces as we got in, which everyone loved, but it was soon to go downhill. We were setting off for a football match against the local team and all excited when Kim, our tour leader came in and told us that the match had been cancelld by the cheif of police. It took us a while to realise she wasn't joking.

With an escourt of more armed guards than there were people we set off to see the town's mosque and fort instead, which was not fun, because the guards literally shoved people out of the way in their town and their temple so we could look round. The worst part was that there was no way we could tell people that we didn't actually want this.

Then someone's passport and money belt got stolen from the hotel brimming with armed guards. In fact when it was found days later and posted to us there was strong evidence to suggest that it had been taken by one of the guards.

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