In the Land of the Gods ... (Episode 2)

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Who would want to wake up early in the morning if they get a soft bed at night after riding a bike all day long? I went and was shown the way to the washroom. When everyone woke up, I started making breakfast. Muneeb Bhai joined hands to help me. Succeeded. After filling their stomachs, everyone started repairing their own booth.

“Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

So many needles had been climbed on May 9, took the necessary luggage and took out the bike, and walked to Gol National Park. Left hand from PIA Chowk, then the huge climb was welcomed Moved forward.

As Chitral became smaller and farther upwards, reaching a place, the whole city of Chitral came under one eye ... What a beautiful sight ... The road became very dangerous, rocky, and steep. They had reached a different world, greenery everywhere, the chirping of birds, the vast field of flowers, the snow-capped mountains in front of them, the park.

Spent some time there. Worshiped the stomach and the return was getting more and more dangerous for us. Go to hot springs or not. Some comrades were worried because of unpaved road, some long way. Well, it was decided to drink hot spring water. So the road was paved. After 20 km the dirt road slowed down but the beauty increased.

Everybody was of the opinion that no one of us has ever seen such a beautiful path in life. There were orchards around. Flowers were abundant. Springs were everywhere. Light population. And rough road.

They had laid siege to it. It had been decided to return, so they did not stay long. After arranging dinner, they returned in the dark of night. I don't know why he pulled me towards him. Everyone had gone far ahead of me.

He didn't even move ahead of me. Why did this happen? Well, I may never understand, The journey continued for two and a half hours on the dangerous road. When we reached Chitral, it was already 10 o'clock. We changed the hotel. Muneeb and I wandered in the empty streets of Chitral for a while. When we came back at 12 o'clock, we also went to bed.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, I opened my eyes. After repairing the light baths and quenching the thirst of the tanks, Bonnie started her journey. After a short while, the next journey started.

Vehicles parked on the road near Koghozi and after walking on a small track 40 minutes later they reached the mouth of a big waterfall. Seeing apricots, water was about to come out of everyone's mouth when a man appeared and he happily paid the rent as if he was considering it as his right.

So why did everyone choose the tree of their choice? Some of them climbed up and when they did not climb, they were seen beating the trees with the help of long sticks. When their stomachs were full, the shopper was taken out. About a kilo filled it when the space was not empty then the helpless trees came to life.

The next journey continued. Some went ahead. The first puncture started the old tradition. One after the other punctured. Some comrades stopped there and started applying punctures. The other comrades arrived and took the next journey. After a while, the bikes were turned to the left again. Reason.

Scattered. There was a wide field. The view around was very beautiful. On the other side, there was a village from where the track of Trich Mir starts. It seemed that we had come to another planet. Walked away

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