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Smugglers' bazaar: The Karkhano market in Peshawar, on the Grand Trunk Road

Pakistani friends in Lahore and a Western diplomat in Islamabad warned me against visiting Peshawar, the rough and tumble capital of what was long known as the North West Frontier Province but has been renamed Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa. A friend living in the area told me that of course I should come. Bombs do go off here, she said, as they do in other places in Pakistan and elsewhere but it would be sheer bad luck to get caught by one. 

I was actually more worried by the spectre of kidnapping. The papers here in Pakistan have been full of kidnapping stories including those of a police inspector abducted in Islamabad (his captors mistook him for a non-Muslim according to press reports, but decided not to murder him after all once they realised he was of the faith) and the son-in-law of a former army chief of staff. Both are being held in Northern Waziristan pending payment of ransom.

But my friend who has run an NGO in the province for many years and whose staff have their ear to the ground in the city, laughed at my hesitation. So I put my trust in her and their judgment, and took a flight from Karachi, having first put on a local shalwar kameez to try and be a little less conspicuous. (Not that the latter made much difference. I still stood out on the plane as the only foreigner and the only man without a beard. Indeed it felt like the entire plane stared at me in astonishment as they walked past my seat.)

The two hour flight took us from Pakistan's largest city over a vast and mostly uninhabited dry and mountainous wasteland. As the jet finally approached Peshawar and the surprisingly green farms that radiate from it, the frontier capital looked peaceful enough.

But as the Airbus banked in the direction of the airfield from which Gary Powers began his ill-fated U-2 flight over the USSR back in 1960, the plane neared a strange dark cloud amid scattered fluffy white ones. The black cloud grew bigger and bigger and turned out to have a tail — a funnel of smoke heading down thousands of feet to the ground.

An hour or so after I had landed it became clear what the smoke was from. It was dusk by then and my hosts and I were heading out of Peshawar city on our way to the famous Karkhano market — what the guidebooks used to call the smugglers' bazaar.

The Kharkano market is on the Grand Trunk Road, the fabled highway to the Khyber Pass (it actually runs all the way from Dhaka to Kabul).  Indeed the Karkhano is the main stopping place between Peshawar and the Pass, and in its weird anarchic way probably the most important retail destination for more than a thousand miles in any direction.

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honeah
April 25th, 2011
12:04 PM
the article has huge omissions. but if picasso can omit other colors and paint in blue, i can tolerate the monochromatic depiction.

Afia
April 6th, 2011
12:04 PM
A very engaging read. Wish you'd made it to the bazaar, though, where I'm sure you would've seen plenty of women. Would love to hear more about your experiences in other parts of the country as well, or is no one interested in hearing anything about Pakistan other than the violence that plagues parts of it?

Mohammed Arif
April 5th, 2011
3:04 PM
Maybe it does not mention it because it is not true. Women may be covered but they have not in the least been banished from Peshawar, as anyone who goes there can plainly see!

Lady Amelia
April 5th, 2011
2:04 PM
how on earth does this article manage to completely ignore the fact that women have been banished from life in Peshawar? one set of parentheses in a 4 page article to cover the elimination from public life of over half the population. Shame on you.

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