The grass was green and thick. VIPs tucked into thick chicken curry set on white, fluffy rice in their air conditioned boxes. And below my vantage point – on the roof of the stand beside a commentary position – I could see a couple of thousand punters studying the form and cheering on their fancy.
Protests may have been gathering pace elsewhere in Pakistan over the atrocious Innocence of Muslims movie. But on Sunday, Lahore Race Club was a perfectly manicured, Jockey Club-policed oasis of sport.
Postcards from Hell is my ironically titled list of things that are cool about Pakistan, my new home, or which contradict the notion that the country is some sort of failed state