And I continue my reading of the autobiography of Benazir Bhutto, anxious to see many of the things that she describes….
But now things start to get messy…. What a different world of people while I cross the airport to my next gate…. And then…what I have already suspected, Islamabad/Pakistan is not a very touristic place , I am the only non-Arab looking on the plane , most of the women have burqas , and the paranoia that I read before, of being considered an offense just to look at them, starts involving my mind !! Need to get used to it …. It will be much worst where I am heading…. Time to reset my mind about some of this issues….it takes time! Another great but shorter flight with ETIHAB…. And there it is Benazir Bhutto International Airport, Islamabad…. Get my picture taken, by the police, show my passport and visa, get my bag.... and wonder what´s on the other side of the doors… Somebody is expecting me, which makes me feel quite important to have somebody with my name on a paper to pick me up :) ! ….. Another security check, but they don’t care so much about me, I guess I don’t look the explosive type of guy….and there are the exit doors! ….. I take a deep breath and think to myself “Vamo lá embora, car…..”! The doors open… Mummyyy, take me home !!! No, I am joking ! But it´s an huge shock, hundreds of Pakistani pilling just outside the doors (I read that they love a big crowd)… but who cares?!? if I have my FC Porto scarf to protect me, right ;) ? I find my way through the crowd towards to 4 or 5 guys that have papers with names on it …. I never wished before that my name was Yang or Smith or whatever…..any name that took me somewhere….because my name was not on any paper (there goes my thoughts of feeling important ;) )…. cross the same crowd again, and to the other side again…. and there is nobody with my name or MSF written anywhere…… hmmm….. it seems like I have a small problem! Its 3 am, cold and rainy, I am in Islamabad, I have no numbers to call , no address to go to ….. and I am in f….. Islamabad !! Many guys start to approach me …. but not aggressively…. Proposing a taxi (I would love to take one, but I have no idea where to!), and proposing to make a phone call on these strange portable/land telephones that I have seen in Rwanda before ( I have phones too…..but I have no numbers to call !!)…. Stay calm Gustavo, you still have your FC Porto scarf to protect you ….. and my Lonelyplanet guide of Pakistan (that I bought not to travel but because I find it is a good way to know more about the country), that could point me an hotel to go to ….. 20, 30 mins of dilemma, rejecting taxis and phone calls…. And a guy comes to me with a paper with my name and the MSF logo on it….. If I saw him in Portugal at night he looked like he was going to rob me…. There, at that moment, was I happy to see him !?!?!?