Our flight landed after 2am and I thought the whole visa on arrival process was going to be pretty easy, what with the Pakistani government putting it in place for aid workers and all. Elaine made mention of it being theatre at one point, and it was an apt description. I felt sorry for the two immigration staff who were responsible for processing us all. There was an informal queue, and the mustachioed staff member seemed to keep track of that pretty well in between handing out additional forms and gluing visas. A couple of big smiles from us helped us secure our place, and so we waited. And waited. And then went and got our luggage and came back to wait some more. But eventually we got our (single entry doh!) visas glued into our passports and we headed out to find our driver.