Serendib Travel

I’ll try to come back and post some more photos of the beautiful things I bought in Lahore, but here is a lovely spatula from the tourist shop in the walled gate of the Old City. I adore it. Pakistan.

Cool giant sculpture, Doha airport. Also, receipt from my hot chocolate — $11.34. Eep. There are lots of food and drink options in that airport, but be prepared to pay a premium price for them.

Doha airport continued lovely and fancy. Although I was pretty amused to see how many people were sleeping in the park-like areas. I glanced at a tourist guide, and they said just be careful to keep any valuables tucked under you — take the same precautions you’d take sleeping in any public place. Good to

I was a little hungry in the airport at 2 a.m., or rather, I was anxious about not getting hungry, I have a weird thing where I can get a little panicky if I don’t have food on me while traveling, relic of getting stuck on a runway for six hours in a storm once,

There are many options for beautiful sweets in the Lahore airport, but I have to admit, South Asian sweets are mostly too sweet for me, and I skipped them all.

The Lahore airport has some lovely artwork, but I’ll note for those unaccustomed that at least the main women’s restroom only offers squat toilets. It’s possible there were Western-style toilets elsewhere in the building that I missed? I admit, I was tired enough at that point that when I saw the squat toilets, I just

Okay, y’all, I’m going to wrap up the Pakistan trip photos. You ready? Admittedly, some more may show up as other people send me photos of me, but at least I’ll get through MY photos. Here are some pics from a student, who said she liked the pink of my top against the green.

I couldn’t sleep last night — woke up after three hours, and after denying it for some time, finally admitted to myself that I wasn’t going to get back to sleep, and so I should read instead. That way, I could still rest, and maybe make something of the day later. It was very quiet,

Two lines at the Lahore airport, as I was departing. I chose to stand in the foreign passport line, although I was also an unaccompanied lady (and thereby classified with the unaccompanied children and senior citizens). I was, as far as I could tell, one of very few women traveling alone and managing my own

So, I ran into a funny situation on my last night — I was leaving for the airport around 11 p.m., so was planning on getting dinner in the executive dining hall, where all the workshop meals had been paid for — but it turned out that it was closed that evening! No dinner for