Since I have arrived in Pakistan I can count on one hand the number of times I have opened a door. There is always someone around who jumps to attention and quickly opens any door I approach. My driver refuses to let me open the car door, either getting in the car or getting out.
The only thing I am allowed to carry is my handbag. Everything else is meant to be carried for me. One day it was farcical - I had a loaf of bread and there was a tug of war between myself, my driver, and my security guard to see who had the privilege to carry it!!!
When I return to NZ I may find myself sitting in a car for several minutes before I realise that no one is going to open the door for me :(
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