Pakistan was very similar to India in many aspects, but there were slight differences. For example, Pakistan was cleaner but generally poorer. I went to Lahore, Islamabad and Peshawer only there but I loved there too. Just because I was used to regular Indian traffic and the bus-train system, the system here was a bit difficult, but I learned that, more or less. My Gurdwara Temple Badshahi Mosque I loved Lahore and Pakistan very much. In Lahore, which was the first place I visited, at the Gurdwara Lodge (a Sikh Temple), where I asked for directions, talked and consulted before going to the castle, they did not stop helping me. We met, I left my bag there while traveling, they gave me someone who spoke English so that I could travel comfortably. I was alone, I was in a foreign place, I was a lady and a Turk… In fact, they already have a temple for this kind of aid, but they are very afraid of terrorism, they are very careful about security… Still, I think I received some special attention 🙂 The temple was given to me during the day. They took me around and I took beautiful photos inside; I went up to the beautiful yellow domes on the terrace and took pictures of the surroundings. They also said that I could stay there for the night (staying and eating in temples are free, that’s the custom). But my time was already short, I didn’t stay. They bought me fruit for the evening, and we ate it together, thinking I hadn’t tasted it. I was going to take the Peshawer bus at midnight. Since it was raining a lot, they took me to the garage, arranged a nice seat, made me sit down and waved after me. I will never forget what they did for the rest of my life 🙂 Last summer, I tried to send something to the people of my beloved temple with a friend, but my friend’s route changed and it did not reach them (my friend had to eat the palace halva). It would not be a lie to say that Badshahi Mosque, the castle and the Sikh Temple are close to each other. Some walls are common to each of them anyway. I visited several magnificent mosques in India, including the Taj Mahal and Fatehpur Sikri. This mosque is architecturally very similar to the others. Peshawer, Pakistan A photo I took in a hurry while walking from the castle to the museum on the streets of Peshawer, after the monsoon rain that had just stopped (that is, when it was just drizzling). By the way, the windows of most of those buses do not close, regardless of whether it is raining or not… So I came from the Indian border to Lahore. I took a bus like this for a short while on my way to . Let me also add that the women got on the bus at the front, squeezed into a section separated by glass. But intercity buses are better quality and smoother; In other words, their prices vary depending on their quality, and their range is wide. Hindi is mostly spoken in Pakistan, and although their knowledge of English was lower than in India (although the level of English in India was better than I expected), the cultured or educated people I saw on the street were also good. When people in Iran and Pakistan who did not speak English found out that I was Turkish, they desperately tried to ask me if I knew “Urdu”: (One of the photos I took hastily and secretly in a restricted area… The precious thing I saw in a tiny, outlying border city (because of Afghanistan, they are afraid of terrorism). The artifacts and the museum surprised me a lot. These giant, horse-drawn men are made of wood, they are monolithic, and I don’t remember how many thousand years old they are. Peshawer is generally interesting, small but difficult for me. And it turned out to be a surprising city. When I came to the city in the morning in the rain (monsoon) and went to visit the famous castle (I love castles), I learned that it was now closed to visitors and had the status of a military area due to the dangerous Afghan border. Fortunately, I looked at the map in my book and walked to the museum. There were wonderful things there, incredibly old and important artifacts, and a large section of the upper floor belonged to Iranian culture. There were carpets marked “A gift from the Iranian Government to our museum”, miniatures made with bristle brushes, ceramics, and many half-meter-high male and female dolls, dressed in highly detailed embroidered clothes, belonging to different ethnic groups in Iran. I received incredibly good information from the staff there, I even received plans for the ancient city Taxila that I planned to visit, and they made photocopies of the books I chose for me. Turks are loved in Pakistan! : ) I took this photo from the castle; In the middle is the famous Badshahi Mosque, on the left is its magnificent entrance gate, and on the right is the yellow building whose tip is visible, that is, my beloved Gurdwara Sikh Temple, in my frame. Lahore; I can say that it is the most important and most beautiful city in Pakistan with the most historical monuments (I only saw Islamabad, Lahore and Peshawer there, but that’s what they say anyway). In just 3-4 days, many people I don’t know helped me more than I could ever imagine. It is impossible not to love these people. Despite all the extraordinary difficulties I encountered in Pakistan (monsoon rains, transportation, hotel…); I always met good people on the street, in the minibus, in the museum, in the embassy, ​​and even though I was alone (in general, traveling alone on long trips is not recommended), my days here went smoothly, even perfectly, with the help of different people. I left Pakistan with good memories and a smiling face 🙂 Mavimore Tourism is a travel agency registered with TÜRSAB. Document number: A-8307