Hello everyone,
How has your week been?
The international situation is heartbreaking, isn’t it? Every time I watch the news, I can’t help but feel sad and anxious—especially about what’s happening in Iran. I might write about my thoughts on that in my next blog post. I sincerely pray that the people living in Iran can soon live in peace and safety.
Today, March 8th, is International Women’s Day. To all the women out there—thank you, and great job every single day.
I went to London’s flower market early this morning. Everyone was cheerful and full of energy, even though it was still morning. It gave me such a wonderful start to the day! The power of flowers really is something else. Since it’s Women’s Day, I decided to treat myself and bought a plant. I’ll do my best not to let it wither.
Anyway, today I’d like to continue the story about Pakistan that I began in my previous post. Blogging always takes longer than I expect, but it’s such a good way to organize my thoughts and find new ideas.
Last time we covered up to section 5, so today I’ll be talking about 6 to 10.
6. What are the people like?
I actually mentioned this before, but Pakistanis are kind by default. Truly.
I caught food poisoning in Lahore—spoiler for section 7! The likely culprit was the hotel lassi I ordered through room service late at night after a long car ride. I can’t believe I thought that was a good idea (it *was* delicious, though).
The next morning, I felt heavy and queasy—like a hangover, though I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. As the day went on, the nausea got worse, and by the time we reached Liberty Market, I was on the verge of throwing up. My face turned completely pale.
Here’s the amazing part: everyone around me, from our driver to complete strangers, went out of their way to help me. People kindly asked others nearby if there was a toilet, and eventually, a nearby hotel let me use theirs even though I wasn’t a guest. I was deeply grateful for that kindness.
Later, as I tried to shop while still pale, one vendor noticed and offered me a seat. Another time, when I couldn’t pay a small restroom fee because I only had large bills, a man I didn’t even know paid for me. I never had the chance to thank him properly, but I still remember his kindness vividly.
And then, a kind shopkeeper at a bangle stall let me sit outside his store when I was too sick to stand. He even gently shooed away pushy street vendors for me. His smile when I thanked him later honestly looked angelic to me at that moment.
That day showed me how warm and compassionate people in Pakistan can be. Even though I was just a sick stranger, they treated me with care and respect.
7. Did you get sick?
Yes. From the lassi. So please learn from my mistake! When traveling in Pakistan, be careful with *water, ice, sauces, raw vegetables, juices, and dairy products.* Never let your guard down.
Fortunately, my friend’s relative is a doctor and helped me get proper medicine: antibiotics, painkillers, and ORS (a rehydration drink that tastes… quite unpleasant). None of my Japanese medicines worked, but the local ones did. By the third day, I was completely fine again.
8.What should female travelers wear?
Pakistan is a shopping paradise for women—so many beautiful scarves, shawls, and traditional clothes! It’s best not to show too much skin. Long sleeves and trousers are perfect, and in January or February, a light down jacket from Uniqlo kept me warm.
If you can buy traditional Pakistani outfits while you’re there, even better! I truly regretted not bringing two suitcases—it’s that good. The quality is amazing, and the prices are surprisingly affordable.
9. Shopping (important!)
I *love* shopping. In Islamabad, the F-6 market is great for scarves and souvenirs. You can find beautiful items for around 5000 rupees (roughly 3000 yen). If you want traditional clothing, the brand *Khaadi* is popular and has adorable outfits and accessories. Also, don’t miss *Centaurus* and F-6—they’re must-visit spots in Islamabad!
10. Things to watch out for
Be careful at the airport. Only travelers can enter, so say your goodbyes before going in. Security checks happen multiple times and lines are long, so arrive early. You’ll need to show a printed copy of your visa again at check-in—don’t lose it! If you’re studying in the UK, immigration may also ask for your “share code,” so have it ready.
I was lucky—not once did I encounter pickpockets or theft during my trip. In fact, I felt safer walking around there than in London at times.
When I returned, I already missed Pakistan—the biryani, achar, curry, and those sweet desserts (whose names I can’t quite remember).
There’s not a lot of travel information about Pakistan in Japanese, so I hope this blog helps someone considering a trip there. The media often paints a negative image, but my experience was completely different: people were warm, open, and genuinely caring. Even as a foreigner, I never felt unsafe or alone.
Love truly transcends language. This trip taught me that.
To my dear friend and her family—thank you so much for treating me like one of your own. I’ll definitely return to Pakistan someday—and next time, hopefully without getting sick!