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Day 108 – Eating crabs and fish and shrimps on a boat trip

Its called “Crabbing” and its one of favourite free time activities of Karachis (those who can pay 9USD per person). Forget about the idea of catching crabs, its about getting on a boat in a port (which is partly military) and going out into the sea (not long, some 15 minutes) and that eating the freshly cooked crabs, fishes, shrimps and other good things :)

What is so special about it?

Its quiet over there, You dont get how much “white noise” is in Karachi if You dont get away from it. You lay on a carpet on top of the boat, feel the waves move the boat under You, feel the wind and smell the food… It just feels really relaxing… Just get a few friends for a talk and its complete.

Oh, and remember the note that its “military” port? Photos are strictly forbidden… So the only way pictures can be taken is without flash – if a flash is seen, the coast guard can come and “harass” both You and the boat-owners… so the photos are pretty shaky, but some of them look artistic…

art) KHI

Today was a rather boring day… Just some working, sleeping and fooling around…

Back in Slovakia I would be utterly bored, but here hmm…. well….

Karachi is strange, its like nobody ever planned for it to look nice or become a comfortable place to live, it looks like it is a product of unplanned increase of size of a village (which is true), its full of mess and chaos… And still, when You come, without noticing You start to feel like at home… start liking it…

This message was sprayed by somebody on all possible random walls around the place I live and when going home, I guess one place where it will be written will be my sad face …. I (heart) KHI

Cay to the Ai to the Ar to the Ai to the See to the Age to the Eye… KARACHI my city!

Day 075 – beware of VISA OFFICE (or how to arrange visa in easy 27 steps?)

I had a culture shock today, a BIG one…

My visa are being arranged for the last two and half months. I got only single entry visas for 3 months and thus my trip to IC to Istanbul was in big jeopardy… So the last chance was to go personally to the visa office in Karachi and hunt it down on my own… Mostly when I wanted to fly the same day (15.9.)

That experience was really sick

The visa office is actually a small village with maybe 20 houses in which are maybe 100 offices in which “work” maybe 150 people… To get one sticker=visa I had to:
1. ask a guy who tries to sell us visa (You give hime 5times more than normal fee and he does it not in three weeks but three hours, no bribing, just having good “friends” whom he gives gifts)
2. random guard, ask where is the office we look for
3. random guy, ask again where is the office
4. find first clerk who sends us to second clerk
5. second clerk, we ask if he got fax from Islamabad (my only chance to get visa now)
6. waiting outside
7. we ask second clerk again
8. waiting outside
9. second clerk gets fax
10. being send to third clerk who checks the docs and says it costs 600 Rupees (10 USD), I take wallet out to pay, he says that You have to pay in bank
11. running to bank (office closes in 10 minutes), go to window, bank guy says we need special paper from the visa office
12. approaching the same guard as at beginning, he sends us to fourth clerk
13. fourth clerk pissed of that people go into his office, after being able to be louder than him and making him realize that he is the only one who has the paper, he digs deep into some shelf, where is book, where is one crumpled paper that he gives us
14. bank again… pay 600 rupees
15. third clerk again, looks again an says that it takes three days to do the visa after some beging sais that one day…. I say I fly tonight… he says: “show me ticket”
16. calling Nida, to call the travel agent to book the ticket for tonight and fax it to first clerk
17. waiting outside office of second clerk for him to get a fax
18. asking second clerk if he got fax
19. waiting
20. second clerk gets fax…. wrong document… second clerk starting to be heavily pissed off
23. call travel agent to send right document
24. waiting, its after closing time, checking if third clerk is still here and if second clerk got the fax, second clerk heavily pissed off
25. second clerk gets right fax
26. we run to third clerk who looks at the docs, puts a sticker and sends us to
27. fifth clerk to give a stamp

(actual visa giving process took 15 minutes, including short interview about who am I, where do I work and where do I go)

And this was after we got confirmation from Islamabad, that I can actually have the visa…

…………………………. try to get people here to help build the country !!!!

PS: thank You Taha… Thank You for Your endless patience and high speed Urdu :)

PS 2: 12 hours after getting visa, I am flying to Istanbul :D

PS 3: I have NGO visa, making visa for “normal” workers is much easier

PS 4: I still love it here, just another chapter of the experience…

Day 070 (09.08.2007) – I AM here (in Pakistan)

One of the best things about being in Pakistan is that You are in PAKISTAN. Often I just walk around the flat and see somewhere written “Pakistan” and it grabs my attention, just to in next moment realize that its nothing special because I AM IN PAKISTAN!

I guess only very few understand what I mean, but those who do know exactly what it means… It means that You think, what a nice dream, just to realize that You are living it :D

Day 043 – Gift from home

I am sorry I have not been telling You about what have I experienced and felt for nearly two weeks. Today is too strong not to do so, I just need to get it out :D

Today I have gotten a package. A package from a friend, Lenka… It was on its way from Czech republic for a whole month. There were only three things inside

First one made me laugh out loud for fifteen minutes. I was guessing what it is already when it was packed, there is only few things that are squarish, moves under fingers like shampoo in a plastic bag and has fat that can get through three layers of paper… It was a chocolate :) A special one (insider joke for me and Lenka) and so “normal” compared to all the sweets here…

The second made me feel fine, it was a letter from Lenka where she was wishing me all the best to my birthday that was on 2nd of July. Thank You to You Lenka and all the dozens of people who remembered me… I would never guess it will be so many people.

And the third thing made me think. It was a book. Book from Viktor Dyk called “Krysar“. A czech version of the famous Pied Piper story that was documented also by by the Brothers Grimm. I have spent an hour reading the various versions of the story, downloading videos showing different picturization of it. A story surely worth studying… I will have pleasure to read that book ASAP.

Day 032 – The circles close… My birthday day

This particular day is among those weird ones. Couple of “smal” things happened between my last post and today…

Saturday 30.06., 15.30 : the new Karachi intern Seto from Indonesia has arrived. A pretty strong storm has come to give him a nice wet kiss on his forehead, but for some reason it missed him and hit only those who came to pick him up (me, Nida and Taha included). Upon meeting him at airport we have been wet like fishes… Cool guy seems like :) Despite the fact that due to rain it was really cold, he asked if its always so hot in here :P Well, a new person has come, I am no more the “new guy”…

Saturday 30.06., 23.59 : during a roof party the MC 2006/07 handed over to us, MC 2007/08. Saying that they did a great job during the year, and if it was not them our (MC 07/08) ideashow to change AIESEC Pakistan, would be useless, everybody knows that… You guys have made the ground strong enough for us to jump high :) BTW I found out that overdosis of Pakola has no effect on me… An MC year is over, I am officially no more member of AIESEC Slovakia and officially belong to Pakistan.

Sunday 01.07., 23.59 : I receive my birthday wishing from Nida through phone in Khurams car while holding a cup of Blueberry icecream and listening to Rod Zombie – Clubbed to death. Very nice moment. Another year is over…

Monday 02.07., 09.00 : I am woken up and going for a meeting in Ashoka, I am caughing like hell, sneezing like Niagara and feel rather shitty/sleepy the whole day.

Monday 02.07., 22.00 : I am woken up and told to go and see the others on roof, as I am the only one still in the flat… Nida says she is sorry they didnt organize anything for my birthday. I personally also think that a year from now I will make the party BIG. As I feel not too well, it takes me some 10 minutes to get up there…

Monday 02.07., 22.10 : I get on the roof, Yao (my roommate from Cote dIvore) jumps on me, people scream Happy birthday and I am given a cake with my name on top :) I am quiet for some minute or two and than just say.. Thank You. As I dont look too happy they think I knew about it all the time… Trust me, I had no idea, but I was just woken up!

Tuesday 03.07., 02.30 : me, Emad, Nida and Seto are sitting at the top of the water tank and watching the city and sky. Seto says: “Its not important where You go, if You meet the right people“. True…

Thank You: Nida, Marina, Taha, Emad, Kurt, Seto, Yao, Wangari, Khuram, Ahmed… And everybody who remembered and sent me an SMS or mail. As my memory sucks I often forget about Your celebrations, I am sorry for that. But maybe one day, I will just find out on time and shock You :D

You said that You thought that I will with tears in my eyes write on my blog how You forgot my birthday. In fact You did the oposite… I feel like at home here.

Day 025 – Hostage incident card

Text copied from UN Pakistan materials… reading this I have a feeling that all the movies about heroic guys fighthing against their captors are just a bunch of instructions how to get into troubles:

  1. Your only job is to survive.
  2. At the time of your seizure, do not attempt to fight back. The first 15 to 45 minutes are the most dangerous. Do not play the hero; do not talk back or act “tough”.
  3. Be certain that you can explain everything you have on your person. Do not carry any items that may call into question your motives or status within the mission.
  4. Fear is a normal reaction. Try to relax, pause, take a deep breath and accept the situation.
  5. Keep a low profile.
    - Be cooperative without appearing either servile or antagonistic. Follow the instructions of your captors.
    - Never beg, plead or cry.
    - Do not make threats against your captors or indicate that you would testify against them.
    - Avoid appearing to study your captors features, dress and mannerisms.
  6. Try to gain your captors respect and try to build rapport with them. An excellent topic of discussion is family and children.
  7. Emphasize that as a United Nations employee, you are neutral and not involved in politics.
  8. Encourage your captors to let the authorities know your condition and whereabouts.
  9. Take care of yourself; exercise, stay well groomed, eat and drink even if you are not hungry.
  10. Be patient and mentally prepared for isolation. Focus your mind on pleasant scenes, memories or prayers.
  11. Do not attempt to escape unless you are certain you will be successful.
  12. If there is a rescue attempt by force, drop to the floor and keep your hands over your head. Once the situation stabilizes identify yourself