Islamabad is the best city in Pakistan.

I cherish the daytime in Islamabad, with its bright sunlight, blue skies, white clouds, and pleasant temperatures. Short sleeves are just right. It's like a summer noon, lying half-naked on the bed in the apartment, eyes dazed, lazily daydreaming, feeling time slipping away. In the room, sunlight streams through the window, casting a spot of light, its shadow stretching from bright white to yellow-white, and by four or five o'clock, turning orange. The phone by the pillow plays "Summer Wind," and I imagine what I would do on weekends if I were stationed in Pakistan instead of on a business trip. Ride a motorcycle to explore the surroundings, like the Karakoram Highway? Ride a road bike up the slopes of Margalla? Or go hiking? Play golf? Go bowling? Ride bumper cars? Go to the gym? Play badminton? Go on a food tour? Shoot a vlog? Go shopping? Play billiards? Visit museums? Read novels? Blend into the local Chinese and foreign circles, find like-minded people, and try sports, outdoor activities, etc. together. This would probably be the choice for someone like me who doesn't want to stay home on weekends.