The plan was quite simple. We were making a trip to a village in rural Punjab. The sort of place where it was not inconceivable that we could be close to supporters of Jihadi groups. The driver, fixer and I agreed we would dress in traditional shalwar kameez to avoid drawing attention to ourselves (even though I would pass as a local only from a distance of say a mile). So imagine my disappointment when I walked out of my hotel in billowing clothes to find that aforementioned driver and fixer had dressed in jeans and short-sleeved shirts. Theirs were in the wash apparently Spent rest of day feeling like a plonker.
Picture above shows me, Rizwan and PK- along with a local stringer who knows how to dress properly.