A Secret Weekend in Murree

I am not sure how many people enjoy their daily routines but sometimes I can't hate anything more. Last weekend, I decided to escape this hell of concrete, heat, noise and insecure phonies whose lives are driven by other insecure phonies. 

So, on Friday evening, I came back from office, packed my stuff and was ready to leave. No planning, no bookings, nothing. And I thought of Murree. I had been to that place just once before and that was during night so all my memories were overcast with darkness. I left home at midnight without telling anybody where I was going. My housemate thought I was going back to home. My parents thought I was in Lahore.

There's this funny thing about going to Murree: you can't be alone. You shouldn't be alone. Either people go in groups, mostly young people and families, or couples. Here's a snippet of conversation I had with bus conductor while ticket checking process...

Conductor: 'Bau Jee tusssi kallay ho?' - Dude (?) are you alone?
Me: 'Haan yaar' - Yes..
Conductor: 'Kisay nou naal leh ana see ;)' - Should have brought someone along ;) (notice the wink)
Me: 'Shayad aglay saal' - Maybe next year.
Conductor: 'hahaha' - hahaha

It was a great trip, the best I ever had. Although I was duly noted, and a few times questioned, for being alone. Only this part was weird and unexpected. I explored different places and wilderness (got a sunburn to prove). Actually I have a time-log with me. Some of it was posted to my Twitter account but all of it was written on diary I had with me. I will post that later.