Pakistan is one of my favorite countries. The people couldn’t be more different from me culturally, but they are open and inviting. Every person I meet shakes my hand warmly and smiles, from guards armed with MP5s to drivers, hotel staff, friends and co-workers. Pakistan is hot, dusty and violent, a country at war.
Meanwhile, the girls slip into the cool ocean of Phuket, Thailand where they will spend the week. We have split up because, for obvious reasons, Pakistan is not a safe place for family travel (yet.)
I have the better end of this deal. The girls suffer at the resort without me.





