Pakistan
I relax on a nice easy chair, but am feeling just enough on edge that I do not get too comfortable. My intuition is telling me something because shortly there is a knock on the door and I open it to find Mr Ahmed standing there. He comes in and makes himself comfortable before asking about Mohammad. I tell him Mr. Naseem is in the shower and should be out soon. I am not happy with this turn of events.
Mr. Ahmed starts asking me questions. They are pretty general at first, but gradually take a personal turn. He asks if I have a friend. I say, "Yes, I have many friends, in the biking community and elsewhere." I am fully aware that is not what he is asking, but I decide to play dumb.
Now the questions get more direct. "Are you in a relationship? Aren't you lonely? Don't you want a relationship?" Moments later he asks, "Are you afraid to stay here alone tonight? One of us can stay with you if you are afraid."
Oh-my-gosh! I have traveled halfway around the world alone and this man thinks I am going to fall for that?
Mr. Ahmed suggests 1 make myself comfortable, take off my boots and socks, and stretch out on the bed if I like. "Don't be shy," he says.
I am still sitting with my riding boots on and ready to bolt for the door if I have to. I am becoming annoyed that Mohammad is taking so long in the shower. He has been in there about half an hour already.
Finally Mohammad makes an appearance. It is about time! The men speak to each other in Urdu, and of course I have no idea what they are saying. My mind is racing and I know that I am not spending the night here. I formulate a plan in my mind, and then tell Mohammad that we have to go out to get our passports and visa application forms photocopied. I remind him that we have to be at the embassy at 8:00 in the morning so we cannot delay on this. He agrees and we leave with our documents in hand, Mohammad telling Mr. Ahmed that we will be back shortly. I am thinking, you might be, sir, but not me.
Untamed Spirit II Doris Maron p74