In Islamabad I found the best group of travel companions. Largely British, with a couple of Americans, we ranged in age from about 40 to 68. Our heritage included Canada, Taiwan, the Philippines and, appropriately enough, Pakistan. In work experience, we covered the management of wrestling, foreign aid, tourism, IT, construction, accountancy and the law. We could talk about hanging out with bonobos in the DRC, collecting elephant dung, living in Kabul, and a truly phenomenal array of trivia about music and 1970s British television. Unlike the Oman trip, we didn’t sit down and work out how few countries, between us, we had not visited, but it would have been a similarly impressively low number. Somewhat perversely, our itinerary in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan ignored the country’s official religion. Instead, we focussed on two others
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