After 5 nights in Karachi I finally found the impetus to make a move and bought myself a ticket for the Khyber Mail overnight train to the city of Multan. A long sticky traipse out between military bases brought me to the unromantically named Defence Housing Association mosque, another claimant to the worlds largest dome title and certainly one in with a shout. A small entrance portal led into a nice garden area beyond which the mosque appeared quite futuristic looking, almost like a flying saucer. A circular design interupted by periodic arched doorways all the way round, its wall is only as tall as is necessary to contain them. The crowning dome is a stark disc of white and inside resembles the inside of a ping pong ball, very minimalistic. Back to the centre and it was a thankfully shorter trail out to the Jinnah Mausoleum, a similarly stark white construction built in a melange of modern and traditional influences. Its squarish foundation supported a plain rounded dome, underneath which Jinnah, the founding father of Pakistan lay with attendant armed sentries. Occasionally they would relieve there cramp by performing an orchestrated quarter tour of the small simple tomb. I still had time to make my way back down to Clifton where I mistook a major shrine lit up like a Christmas tree for a mosque, it could have been a funfair. It seemed a pilgrimage was in progress looking at the throng of allcomers outside. I eased my effort with a treat of KFC and then Costa coffee before the half 10 train to Multan.