How does a Pakistani greet tourists?

Pakistani people are undoubtedly the friendliest people you will meet while traveling. Don’t believe me? Here are a few stories about Pakistani hospitality in Lahore to prove that Pakistanis are nice and traveling to Pakistan is safe!

Through the window, the sun is setting, a mountain Cities are coming to life. Roadside fruit vendors squatted beside their wares, and shopkeepers raised their blinds in preparation for the evening crowds. Rickshaw drivers buzzed like flies in the traffic and cars honked for dominance. Some men were chatting and laughing on the roadside, while others were rushing home carrying bulging grocery bags under the golden light. During Ramadan, we drove through Lahore to spend a day fasting with a local family.

“The media always says Pakistan is a country full of violence and terrorists,” explains Amar, our young driver and host. He was wearing a crisp white sari kameez, his face was freshly shaved, and his kind eyes were covered with sunglasses. He looked back at us with a wry smile.

“Do I look like a terrorist?” Let’s go to Lahore, Pakistan for iftar dinner Amar and his family, founders of Let’s Go Pakistan, a community dedicated to welcoming foreign Organization of tourists to Pakistan!

Terrorists, scammers, and a lot of love No matter where we are in Pakistan, people are always curious about what we thought of Pakistan before. Our response: If we had believed the Western media, we probably wouldn't have gone to Pakistan. But even so, we don't have the highest expectations for this country.

As we tried to investigate our trip, all we encountered were dire warnings and caveats about the country. Our families thought we would be stoned to death. A family friend said Pakistanis were some of the most unpleasant people he had met on his travels. On our respective government’s travel websites, Pakistan is firmly on the list of places you should never travel to. Wikitravel warns that all Pakistanis are violent scammers who want to defraud us, steal our money, or kidnap us. All this, on a good day.

Driving through Pakistan’s Balochistan Drive through the wastelands of Pakistan’s Balochistan province, which we call the longest border in the world. This is the only area where violence and attacks occur regularly.

To some extent, some of the warnings ring true. The country is not without violence - there are inter-tribal conflicts in some areas, the drug trade is causing problems in Balochistan, relations with India are strained and the Taliban problem spills over from neighboring Afghanistan. The country is a melting pot of people from several different countries, and when so many different cultures are forced to exist, friction is always inevitable. Every country has its own problems and Pakistan is no exception.

Tourism in Pakistan has dried up. Fear of crossing the border has led people to travel to India via Central Asia or avoid traveling in the region altogether. As a result, Pakistan lost an important opportunity to present a different face to the international community. Its citizens are desperate to prove to the world that their country is more than guns and bombs, and we are lucky to have experienced this side of their story.

As foreigners in Pakistan, we are treated no less than royalty. Pakistanis consider their guests to be gifts from God and treat them with the most extraordinary hospitality we have ever seen (yes, even more so than the Iranians). Faced with such acts of kindness, we are often at a loss - how can we repay them for accepting us, making us part of their family, helping us when we are desperate, caring for us when we are sick? Whenever we ask our hosts and When friends mentioned it, they waved it off with only one request: to tell family and friends what Pakistanis are really like when we return home or continue our travels.

But why wait? Why limit yourself to family and friends? Why not speak out and not speak out? A rickshaw rolling in a rickshaw in Lahore, Pakistan Very deep. Rickshaws are a cheap and enjoyable way to get around in Pakistani cities. Welcome to Lahore The clack of an old motorcycle mixed with the splash of water as our rickshaw driver made his way through a minefield of potholes. Hiding under our backpacks and peering into the jumble of luggage, we saw and smelled Lahore for the first time. Even though the road ahead was dangerous, the driver was speeding and chatting happily with us while demonstrating his English proficiency. We told him about the Netherlands and he told us about Lahore, his home, his beloved city.