I arrived here last night, exhausted from one of the toughest rides of my life — the brutal, rocky trail of Noori Top, where each turn tested my resolve and each water crossing soaked both my clothes and my spirit. When I finally reached Naraan, it felt like civilization after wilderness — warm lights, chatter,...

It’s a crisp, sunlit morning in the heart of Neelum Valley. The river hums below the wooden bridge, and the mist still lingers between the pines like a whispered secret. Sharda looks peaceful at this hour — quiet, dignified, almost timeless. But beneath this serenity lies a history that stretches back over five thousand years....

It’s 6:30 in the morning, and the valley is bathed in the soft golden hue of dawn. The crisp air smells of pine and damp soil. The sound of the Neelum River flows faintly in the distance, reminding me where I am — deep in the heart of Azad Kashmir, surrounded by mountains that still...

The first rays of dawn crept over the jagged peaks surrounding Mulla ki Basti, a small settlement tucked deep within the Lulusar-Dudipatsar National Park. The air was crisp, the scent of damp earth and pine filling our lungs as we woke up, still feeling the chill from the long night. The previous evening, we had...

The day started with a gentle drizzle over Batakundi, a quiet town nestled in the valleys of northern Pakistan. Stepping out of our hilltop hotel, the air felt crisp and fresh, carrying the scent of wet earth and pine. I looked around in awe. The rolling mountains were shrouded in light mist, their peaks barely...

It was still dark when I opened my eyes to the soft hum of silence that only mountain mornings can hold. The clock on my phone read 5:30 a.m. — earlier than we had woken up on any other day of this tour. The valley outside our window, Phander in the Ghizer district, was wrapped...

The familiar greeting echoed against the misty backdrop of , Hunza, as the morning drizzle painted the cobbled streets silver. It was our last day in Hunza, the valley that never fails to charm with its terraced fields and snow-dusted peaks. We had spent the night at Roomy Dastan Hotel, one of the coziest lodges...

These words, echoed from the rooftop of Roomy Dastan Hotel, marked the beginning of another adventure. After days of exploring the valleys of Hunza and Chapursan, it was time to move on — to a place that, for me, holds an even deeper affection: the Ghizer Valley, the emerald corridor that leads to the serene...

It was early morning in Sost, the last town of Pakistan before the Chinese border. The air was crisp, the sound of flowing water echoed through the valley, and the morning sun bathed the Karakoram peaks in golden light. We had arrived the previous night around 8 PM, tired yet thrilled, knowing that the next...

The first rays of morning filtered through the curtains as we woke up at Attabad Lake, still tired from the previous day’s journey but filled with anticipation. Last night, we had stayed at Lexus Hunza, a comfortable lakeside hotel overlooking the turquoise waters that shimmered in the moonlight. Attabad Lake is not only a visual...