Lahore is great for hitch-hiking. When I had no motorbike, I hitched to work (a 20 min drive) every day and back in cars, on motor bikes, trucks, tractors, occasionally taking a bus or van. When I had a bike, I took police men, Maulvis, an old lady returning from the fields whose Okaran Punjabi I was unable to understand, a sweeper, sheep to be slaughtered, weapons and music instruments with me. I was towed by a donkey cart once, by a rikshaw more often having run out of gas. Sometimes one would talk, sometimes be silent for the whole drive only voicing one’s wish to get off. Sometimes people would drive me all the way to my final destintion with long detours to errands they had to fulfill first. On one of those I got off somewhere around Simla Bahari and waited for my driver to come back.