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We arrived here after a long and scenic ride through northern Pakistan. The place where we stayed the night is called Ghazi Guest House — one of only two decent options in this small, windswept settlement. Both are good enough for a night’s stay, though Chilam Chowki itself isn’t really a tourist destination. It’s more...

The morning sun was still hiding behind thick clouds when I unzipped my tent and stepped into the cool mountain air of Tarishing. A light drizzle hung over the valley, blurring the outlines of the mighty Nanga Parbat — the Killer Mountain — that stood hidden somewhere behind the mist. We were now in one...

The day began under a blazing sun in Chilas.Yesterday, this mountain town had been drenched in rain and wrapped in the soft, soothing mist of evening. But this morning, the sky was clear, the air heavy with heat, and the sun glared down from a pale blue dome. As I loaded the last of my...

The soft sound of rain tapping against the window marked the beginning of another day of adventure. The valley of Batakundi, still wrapped in a gentle morning mist, looked breathtaking even under gray skies. It was cold — colder than we had expected — and the rhythmic patter of raindrops on the tin roof had...

Morning in Sharan Forest Our journey had begun the night before, when we arrived in Balakot after a long day on the motorcycle. The ride had been exhausting but exhilarating, leaving us too tired to wake up early in the morning. As we slowly opened our eyes to the sound of rain pattering against our...

Awakening in Balakot The sun was already high in the sky when we slowly emerged from the cocoon of sleep, stretching after a long, exhausting ride the night before. We had reached Balakot around 10 pm, and by the time we checked into our hotel, unpacked, and settled, it was almost midnight. The quiet streets...

The Call of the Mountains Every journey begins not on the road, but in the heart. Mine began weeks before the motorcycle roared to life in Islamabad. For months, I had been traveling across the Middle East and India. Each country had given me incredible memories—towering skyscrapers, vast deserts, bustling bazaars, and ancient monuments—but one...

I woke up today with excitement in my heart, ready to explore one of the most beautiful and challenging parts of my Pakistan tour: the Baboon Valley. My plan was simple, at least on paper—leave early, ride from Kutton, and make my way into the wilderness. But the universe had other plans. When I woke...

The sun rose lazily over the capital, and so did I. Today was not just another day of riding—it was the first day of my long-awaited journey into the northern valleys of Pakistan. My destination for the evening was Kutton, a quiet spot in Azad Kashmir famous for its emerald valley and the nearby Baboon...

a journey I have been dreaming about for a long time. My aim is not only to capture the natural beauty of Pakistan, but also to highlight its historical treasures – the forgotten forts, ancient tombs, Mughal monuments, and timeless cities that shaped our history. My motorcycle is ready, bags strapped tightly, and my heart...