Mobile Goat Bouncers. For a while on the drive down we were stuck behind a small truck chock-a-block full of goats. There were also two guys in the back with the goats, whose job seemingly was to clamber about the place disciplining their charges if they misbehaved. All while barreling down a bumpy hill, swerving around the other traffic. Can't say I particularly envied them their job.
First stop - the metal merchant:

After purchasing our copper pipe and aluminium sheet, we headed to a little shop where we were presented with an ever-growing pile of different pipe fittings and valves. Here the language barrier didn't help general communication - after about 20 minutes I drew the chap a quick diagram and he said "Ah, for this you need 3/4" to 1/2" reducing tees." Which I could have told him right at the start! Or rather I could, had I been able to follow any of the conversation, or known how to say any of that in Urdu.
The taxis in Pindi are almost as finely decorated as the trucks in the rest of the country. The very best ones, which unfortunately I wasn't fast enough to snap, had a large painting of an animal on the side in addition to all the other paraphernalia: tigers were popular, as were white horses, as (for some reason) were eagles fighting cobras. But the BJW award of geniusness has to go to the one proudly displaying an intricately painted 3-foot lobster.

The drivers here also have their own equivalent of the UK's once-ubiquitous "My other car is a Porsche" stickers - writing on the back of a tiny Suzuki pick-up said, I'm reliably informed: "When I grow up, I'm going to be a truck".


