I've always maintained that the UK is the only country I'd like to migrate to if circumstances force me to leave Pakistan. In fact, if it wasn't for the weather, I'd gladly live there for the rest of my life. 

This was the seventh time I visited UK, and the longest (six weeks). I met many people there, visited a number of towns and gained three kilos (even though I used to walk six thousand steps daily).

The first thing I learned was that if one wants to live there permanently, he should go there before the age of 35. The evening I landed, my bones ached terribly and I had difficulty opening my fists and raising my hands. I cannot bear cold weather, even the mild winters of Karachi make me sick. But due to the pure air of Newcastle and surroundings, I did not suffer from sneezing and coughing.

The next thing I learnt was that most people in the UK are law abiding (although it won't be long before the Muslim population grows so much that the country will be like most third-world nations). Already there are parts in most UK cities where Pakistanis and other Muslims are concentrated and in those places there is a lot of crime. The only beggars I saw were Muslim men and women outside the mosques on Fridays.

The only thing about the trip I didn't like was the long flight and the transit period of three hours at Doha Airport. For some reason, they didn't allow us to board and disembark through ramps, they had a bus which drove the passengers to the aeroplane. I learned later that they do it for all flights originating from and going to Pakistan. But then, I returned from Manchester and the plane was full of Americans, Chinese and Africans, yet they too were made to board the bus,