Visiting the Diplomatic enclave in Islamabad was a bit of an exercise in patience. Before you even enter the building, you must give up your bag, which of course you need to contain all your paper work. At least you’re issued a plastic one. Second you completely patted down like you’re about to go on an international flight. Third, you must surrender your cell phone, and then buy a bus ticket. 30 minutes later at the earliest, your peering out the window of a bus while driving through the enclave.
The bus attendant is calling out the names of the embassies as we drive pass. I can barely hear him, for I can hardly understand his accent and I’m shocked to see the streets lined with huge marijuana plants. I guess it makes easy gardening!