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Table of Contents Toggle A Morning Wrapped in MountainsStaying in a Yurt – Luxury Camping in The Heart of NagarBreakfast in Minapin – Tasting the Spirit of Local CultureFinding the Hidden Rakaposhi Viewpoint – A Secret Shared by LocalsThe Off-Road Journey – Difficult, Steep, and RewardingThe View From the Top...Read More

If you’re dreaming of a raw, off-the-beaten-path experience in Gilgit-Baltistan, the journey from Jaglot on the Skardu Road toward Kutwal Lake in Haramosh Valley will stay with you long after you return. This travel story and guide comes from a recent trek that began at Sasi on Jaglot Skardu Road...Read More

Some journeys are planned, some are accidental and a few are rare and extraordinary happen because destiny wants to show you something unforgettable. Our trip to Khaltaro Valley (Haramosh) about 3448m began completely unplanned. We were in Skardu, thinking our next stop would be something ordinary. But then Ali’s motorcycle...Read More

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...Read More

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...Read More

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,...Read More

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....Read More

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...Read More

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...Read More

Table of Contents Toggle Before the Ride — A Wake-Up Call from LifeSetting the Route — Towards Basho ValleyPlans Change, AlwaysThe Turn to BashoCrossing the Bridge of FaithThe Road Gets RealApricots, Kids, and KindnessWhy the Mountains Are So CleanTea at 8,900 FeetThe Last ClimbThe First Glimpse of Basho ValleyWelcome to...Read More

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,...Read More

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...Read More