December 14th, 2007, the long awaited day arrived; we were all set to load our luggage and set off for the JFK airport. Our seats were booked on Emirates Airlines, flight number 606 on a Boeing 777-300 which was a huge bellied aircraft gobbling up almost500 passengers, which is a Middle Eastern airline. The crew was a mix of Arabic and English speaking people. The flight took off on time, and we were jetting in the sky towards our destination, Pakistan, which is my parents home country.
We had been told by umpteen people and the press that our holiday would be dangerous, as there were political problems in every city of Pakistan. That made it all the more exciting and adventuresome to be to be taking up the challenge. Our flight was scheduled to fly Via Dubai. After an overnight journey of eighteen hours, we landed at the hub of the Emirates Airlines.
The air- port lounges wore a festive look for tourists from all over the world. A Christmas bazaar scene presented itself to us as we strolled through to kill time, as it was to be a two hour wait before boarding for the last leg of our journey. Our excitement grew as we picked up a few things, as presents for our grandparents, who had been expecting to see us after a long wait of a year and a half.
December 15th, 2007 we landed on a clear sunny day at 1:00 P.M. at the Quaide Azam International Airport, Karachi, named after the founder of the nation. ItÃÂs a newly built state-of-the-art structure, with four satellite stations with chutes, quite unlike its surrounding buildings. We were whisked through customs, but it took an agonizing two hours for the conveyer belts to cough up our baggage.