I enjoyed a nice breakfast, thanks to Azam the next morning, before grabbing my things and heading to the main road to catch a rickshaw to the bus station. The rickshaw driver took us around the completely destroyed by seemingly unnecessary metro bus construction Multan roads. He stopped at one point and mentioned that he struggles as both his feet are disabled, or not in working order as he put it. He has a physical disability with his feet, and yet he struggles through it to drive his rickshaw. He mentioned that he had a few daughters and was trying to save rs. 3,000 for their school books, so if I could help at all he would appreciate it.You never know what situations people are actually in, but I gave him the extra money that I could to help him along his way, once we reached the station. Who knows what is true and what is not, but when you feel like believing, you just do. I got there 5 minutes before the bus was set to leave. I was not too worried, as there were seats and I could get another bus an hour later, but I managed to get my ticket and board the bus. There were less people on than usual, so that helped.After a tiring 6 hour ride, I was back in Lahore. It was dark and I needed to drag my bags to the metro station to get the rest of the way back. I pushed past rickshaw drivers who call out or try to pull you into a rickshaw along the way. These same guys would refuse to take me such a short distance if I asked. I had to get past a lot of them and the usual murderous traffic to get to the metro. One rickshaw driver tried to tell me that luggage would not be allowed on the metro bus so I should take a rickshaw. I wanted to tell him something else at that point, but I just told him he was wrong as I had ridden with the luggage.So, I squeezed in the metro with a backpack and suitcase that had a box on top of it and my tripod dangling on my shoulder. That was fun. It was packed as usual and after a bit I squeezed up to the far inside window. That saved me being knocked about as much every time we came to a station and people pushed out and pushed their way in. It made things more difficult when I had to get out at my station, but I managed. I took a rickshaw the rest of the way.I got back to my friend’s place and Umar was so nice, he made me some tea and an omelette. My brain and body were exhausted. I sat with him and we went over some of the work on huts he had been up to. The task is taking some figuring out and I need to get some more materials tomorrow, but his work is beautiful.