December 13, 2012



Points: Introduction – Visit to Thatta – A pleasarable experience -Bhambore – Reached Thatta – Conclusion.

There is a great pleasure in travelling by motor-car, especially if you travel in the company of your friends. In a train you are shut up, and often have to be for hours, in the company of strangers whom you do not know at all. Then a train can stop only at fixed stations. Again, in a train you cannot enjoy the sights and sounds of the cities you pass on your way. But in a motor-car you do not feel imprisoned. You are free to take what road you like. You can drive as fast or as slow as you like. You can stop where-ever you like and can visit the prettiest parts of the countries you pass. Are not these things really enjoyable, and especially in the company of friends? These are the pleasures which travelling by motor-car gives

Sometime ago I drove with three friends from Karachi to Thatta a drive of about sixty miles. We started early in the morning, and had soon left the noisy streets and smoky town behind, and found ourselves in the open. A minute later we had a fleeting glimpse of the beautiful bunglows of newly developed housing societies of Karachi. We also enjoyed a sight of the barracks of the soldiers stationed at Malir Cantonment.

From there it was a straight run. Waving fields stretched away on either side of the road. The nature was at its very best. We were enjoying the different scenes and sights of nature. Everything on the way attracted our attention. The clam and peaceful atmosphere of the country side was captivating. Complete silence prevailed everywhere. It was for us, a pleasurable experience. We stopped wherever we liked. We even got down of the car at different spots to enjoy the natural beauty to the

After couple of hour’s drive we reached Bhambore, a place of historical interest. A small museum was there. At the back of it we saw a dry, barren and sandy land. The scenery was wild and at places even dreary.

After staying there for about fifteen minutes, we took the road leading to Thatta. We drove through the fine streets of the town to a hotel, where we had a welcome wash, and still more welcome tea. After taking some rest, we moved freely wherever we liked. We enjoyed the sight of the gleaming towers and minerats of the Shahi Mosque, built by Shahjahan. We also saw the site of the burial ground where thousands belonging to the Mughal royal families were buried. It looked like the “City of the Dead”.

The return drive was equally enjoyable. It was now night. Sometimes we found it difficult to find the right way. Even to-day I enjoy the memory of that pleasant drive.

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