It was early morning when I left Skardu. The valley still slept under a thin veil of mist, and the first light of dawn painted the distant peaks gold. Frankie stood waiting, loaded and eager, her metal body glinting in the chill of 6 a.m. I turned the key, and the familiar hum of the...
Today I want to take you to a place where every heartbeat echoes against stone and silence — the Thagas Valley, tucked deep inside Pakistan’s northern mountains. They call this narrow trail “The Death Track,” and the name alone should tell you what kind of place it is. I had heard about it for years...
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...
“That’s it… It’s completely finished. We shouldn’t have stopped here.”Those words echoed in my mind as I stood on a narrow ridge overlooking two of the grandest valleys in all of Gilgit-Baltistan—Hunza and Nagar. The sound of the engine still hummed faintly in my ears, though the motorcycle had long fallen silent. The clouds drifted...
The first light of dawn found us wrapped in a gentle chill that whispered through the meadows of Kutwal Valley. The world was still, save for the murmur of a gushing stream nearby and the distant clatter from the small kitchen of the only hotel in the valley, where Altaf and Ali were busy making...
It was a warm morning in Sasi, a small settlement on the Jaglot–Skardu Road, when I woke to the faint hum of a distant jeep engine and the smell of parathas being fried somewhere nearby. My body still ached from the ride the day before, but excitement coursed through me as I looked out over...
The sun had just begun to rise over the Basho Valley, spilling soft light over the meadows and rivers that had lulled us to sleep the previous night. The air was crisp, scented with pine and wet grass. Somewhere in the distance, a river murmured softly — the same river whose echoes had followed us...
As soon as I turned from the main road, I couldn’t help but stop and look around — what a spectacular sight! A deep breath escaped me, filled with awe and gratitude. for letting me witness such grandeur. The wind carried the scent of sand and pine, the landscape stretched wide and raw before my...
The northernmost valleys of Pakistan are a siren song to adventurers, nature lovers, and seekers of solitude. For me, the journey from Chilam Chowki to Minimarg and Deosai was more than a road trip; it was a pilgrimage to landscapes so raw and untamed that they command both respect and awe. As our motorcycles roared...
We had arrived at Chilam Chowki the previous evening, our first checkpoint on what promised to be an unforgettable journey. Chilam Chowki isn’t exactly a tourist spot — it’s a transit point for travelers heading to Deosai or Minimarg. The area is simple, functional, and surrounded by jaw-dropping scenery. We stayed at Ghazi Guest House,...
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