The House of Rehman Alikhan – This is Pakistan
Interested? PIN NOW, read later! “Eat!” Rehman’s father implores me as I polish off my third helping of chicken and rice, pushing the pot towards me. I try to explain that the exquisitely home cooked food is delicious, but I’ve well and truly eaten my fill. No-one is having it. I am an honoured guest and they’ll be damned if I’m not having a fourth helping. I feel like a pig, and frankly I feel a touch guilty. I’m dining with three generations of Wakhi Pakistanis in their family home; Rehman, my host, and his wife Sitara, their children aged in single digits, and Rehman’s parents in their 70s. I’m just an Aussie backpacker seeking a bit of culture and authenticity – I’ve done nothing to deserve being fussed over like this. Well, I don’t think so anyway, but obviously no-one else in this room agrees with me. This is life in the house of Rehman Alikhan. This is Wakhi hospitality. This is Pakistan. Tours to Pakistan I...