13daysofpak – Day 13 – Home

this day started really early like almost yesterday hahah ๐Ÿ˜… okay now I’m being weird, sorry but it’s 4am here in Pakistan. 

So my flight is at 4 am on the 13th, which means I have to be there at 2am and leave home at 1:30am. So my second last day turned into the last day without any sleep ๐Ÿ˜ฑ

I got to the airport and they wanted to check my bags obviously if one young man is traveling with 4 bags they want to know what’s inside. But it went cool I boocked the bags and there were 5kg to much in it and he was like sorry sir it’s to much. At this point the  Pakistani airport stuff wants some bribe money. They want me to pay them so that I can take more kg with me haha. But I just did what my cousin told me to do: “I just said I’m not reveling for the first time I am allowed to have a couple of kg’s more than it says on the ticket and I also hat more when I came to Pakistan” and it worked ๐Ÿ˜

Thank god I found this sign in the waiting area 


 So that I could tell my cousin who dropped me off that I’m through and he can go home without using my mobile data ๐Ÿ˜โœŒ๐Ÿฝ

So I was sitting there with these guys


 right at my side. You’re probably wondering what the hell im carrying in them when I already had 5 kg more than on my ticket ? Well me too ๐Ÿ˜… but I’m Pakistani and one (Pakistani) does not simply fly anywhere without having less baggage than he’s allowed to especially not to or form Pakistan ๐Ÿ˜…. So I actually do know what I’m transporting but I do not know exactly how she distributed the stuff into the bags. And with she I mean my lovely sister of course. Who took the opportunity to send all the stuff she doesn’t need anymore and other stuff she can get rid of with me. Well I have to admit it’s not all her stuff because we got a big family and and many many friends and if someone knows that u are coming or going to Pakistan suddenly everybody is your friend. So I got much stuff from friends and family too. 

In the plane I got to sit next an old man. He later told me he is a doctor in the hospital of Islamabad and is on the way to Houston to visit his kids. He complimented me on my Urdu, he said he likes the way I talk Urdu because there is no accent. He couldn’t tell whether I’m born in Pakistan or born somewhere else. I’ve heard that a lot while being in Pakistan. ๐Ÿ˜ณ I don’t think it’s much better than my friends and family’s Urdu ๐Ÿ˜… but thanks again u guys are cute ^^ later he asked me about my profession and when i told him I am studying teaching with maybe and IT as subjects he asked me whether there is a future for maths ther or not if I don’t wanna do teaching. And after that he asked me if it isn’t boring for me and that he things if i go to the army and try to improve missels and bombs it would be more interesting than teaching and that I should consider doing that ๐Ÿ˜… at first I was like whaaat hahha u serious bro?! But then I realized he was just joking… I guess ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜

Anyways I had a nice talk with him because he was really talkative. Now I’m about to leave  Doha that means home is comin closer and closer ๐Ÿ˜

Wanna see something stunning ? 

islamabad at night
sunrise from the plane

2 thoughts on “13daysofpak – Day 13 – Home

  1. Ich habe eben einen Kommentar geschrieben und der ist jetzt weg. -.-
    Alles nochmal. ๐Ÿ˜ซ

    Das mit dem extra Gepรคck muss ich mir merken. Als ich aus Kanada nach Hause wollte, hat der liebe Herr an Schalter gar nichts gesagt. Er dachte sicher nur:’armes kleines Mรคdchen ohne Mama und Papa will nach Hause.’

    Und du hast echt Glรผck gehabt mit dem lieben Herrn neben dir! Somit wรผrde es ja nicht langweilig. ๐Ÿ˜


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