I can truthfully report that
- I thoroughly enjoyed being in a foreign country where they spoke a language I knew, and where the rupee went a longer way than it did at home.
- My family and I shopped and shopped, buying everything from clothes and accessories to handicrafts, electronics and lingerie. There were pirated movies and software on offer, but we skipped those.
- I visited a &lsquodangerous&rsquo mosque, paid homage at my school headmaster&rsquos grave, and rode on the roof of a city bus.
- I saw more liquor consumed in Karachi than anywhere else I&rsquove been, and it was usually accompanied by excellent mutton kababs. Officially, of course, Pakistan is a &lsquodry&rsquo country.
- Guards, police and military personnel were an overbearing presence, but there were fewer VIP convoys and vehicles with red beacons than you&rsquod see in Delhi. Oh, and nobody breaks a red light in Karachi.
- I ate at a 24x7 McDonald&rsquos as well as the late-night street food stalls on Tariq Road. I also accompanied a bunch of youngsters to the beach.
- I was taken with the truck and bus art, the modern versions of which adopt a psychedelic touch, with wildly coloured LED lighting.
- There are many television channels on offer, many populated by baba-log with fake accents.
- Arundhati Roy is hot stuff with the English-speaking left-of-centre elite. But that adoration pales in comparison to the hold that Bollywood has on the rest of the population. Golf remains the essence of snobbery.