I was riding up a long hill when I saw something ahead that looked like a military roadblock. It was the Pakistani military. I drew up to them and, as usual, the soldiers were amazed.
“Where are you going?” asked the tall young Pakistani officer.
“Peshawar,” I said.
“You plan to ride this horse through the Khyber Pass?”
“We do not control the road from here until the other side of the pass. You cannot go through here. It is not safe.”
“Is there a law that says I cannot go?”