By 3pm we had had enough and metroed back to the hotel for a late lunch. I wrote a few lines of this blog and then fell asleep, to be awoken by Grey at seven with an hour to go before we had to be back at the airport. From Dubai it is only a 3 hour flight to Islamabad, much to short to cache up on my sleep and 2.30 is a very unpractical time to arrive in a town that you don’t know and where you don’t have a hotel booked. We stayed in the arrival hall till 7 and then took a taxi into town. The hotel from the Lonely Planet Guide is a dump but what do you expect for eight dollar NZ for a room with two beds. After cups of thee and toast with egg we set of to find the local pilots. I had omitted to get an description of the place and just a street address and number turned out to be insufficient. Lots off Pakistani people are not able to say; I don’t know, as a result of which we walked up and down the same street quiet a few times before we got the right directions. Once at the head quarters off the Pakistani Association of Free Flight we new that things where going to be taken care off. We had 30 Kg of gear sitting at the Cargo building at the airport. A shipping agent got organised and Grey was of with him to get it. Without his help we would never have gotten the stuff back. The amount of paperwork was staggering and the number of signatures required, of people that didn’t speak English, unbelievable. Money got changed for us for a better rate, cell phone and Sim card and tickets for the domestic flight to Chitral organised. We got treated with breakfast and lunch and we just about met the whole pilot scene of Islamabad. Not a bad first day at all!!!