Zar Jan was in his tea shop when a bomb ripped through Qissa Khwani Bazaar – Peshawar’s storytellers market – two and half months ago. “I can still hear the sound of the explosion even now in my head. I was wounded badly and thought I would die,” he said. Outside, more than 40 people … More Qehwa in Peshawar’s storytellers market
Spotted these fine products in an Islamabad supermarket yesterday. Oddly, no Irn Bru. However, they are a reminder of my soft drinks index of failed states and I see that AG Barr is in the news today.
The road back from Abbottabad yesterday afternoon, just outside Haripur, was flanked by little stalls selling oranges. Not just one or two stalls, but probably about 30 or so. This after all is orange season. The chap at this stall cut one into quarters for me to try. Which I did. Leaving me with juice … More The orange road
Benghazi is like a different city compared with the one I visited in March. It still has its problems – mounds of rubbish are accumulating at the roadside and working traffic lights are scarce – but security is less of a problem. Then, residents said they feared driving around at night. I watched from my … More I Feel Like Chicken Tonight
The road from Cairo is long and well, pretty dull. This is roughly the scenery for oooh 13 or so hours, except when it’s dark or you drive past a rather umimpressive stretch of drive-through fast food joints There is the occasional camel and World War Two Cemetery. But it was all a little uninspiring … More The Road to Benghazi
When I returned home from my first stint in rebel-held east Libya, the wonderful team of butchers, bakers and magicians at Bray’s Cottage sent me this incredible pork pie. It was like no pie I’d ever tasted before. The pork tasted like proper pork – but with the richness and smoothness of pate. The pastry … More A cracking pork pie