Lahore - Part 2

The next day I felt just about OK and decided to head out with Ziggy, who I'd met at the Regale, to see the Old Town. We made our way through the tiny streets and after about 30 minutes it started to rain. As the water level rose, the streets started to flood, and we ended up taking refuge in a shop front.

The owner insisted we sit down and even gave us free drinks – we ended up sitting for an hour watching life go by waiting for the rain to stop.

Street in Lahore:



Buildings on “food street”:



A woman watching the rain:



A horse waits it out, while the owner takes shelter:



This man was throwing water from a balcony, catching unsuspected passers by in a surprise deluge – much to the delight of the watching crowd:



Water logged street in Lahore:



We ended up wading through knee deep water, trying to find the Wazir Khan Mosque, stopping to ask locals the way as we made our way through the maze of the Old City.

Pics of the Wazir Khan Mosque:















Finally we ended up back at the Badshahi Mosque – and spent almost two hours talking to people – usually answering the same set of questions:

From which country is it that you are coming from?
What is your good name?
Are you married?
What is your monthly salary?

Even when surrounded by a group of ten people, each would take it in turns to ask the same questions.

Although I did end up chatting to a group whose English was pretty good:



As we walked back to get an Auto-rikshaw to the hotel, we passed through the red light district of Lahore. As it was early it was pretty quite, but we did see some men with beards wearing sari's which was a bit of an odd sight.

When we made it back to the hotel a Sufi night had been arranged by Malik – but I felt entirely drained and the stomach cramps had returned so decided to call it a night.