We woke to an amazing morning view of the mountains. My priority was to check on the water situation. The innkeeper advised that the water was grey as it was glacier-fed; it is true for everyone in town. I went for a brief walk and found the Hunza Embassy nearby. They confirmed the glacial situation […]

Marie had not been well in the night so we had an easy morning and checked out at noon. We headed for the bus station to catch a bus to Karimabad, which is our most remote point planned for in Pakistan. It didn’t take too long for the big bus to fill and we set […]

Resting up after a long ride Surprisingly, I felt quite good upon arrival at Gilgit. We were dropped out of the centre and at that time, there was no way of getting to central hotel. It was too far to walk. The domestic tourists managed to speak to a local and ring for some kind […]

Information and misinformation Last night our hotel had advised that there were buses to Gilgit at 0600, 1000 and midnight. We decided against 0600 and opted for 1000. We checked with him at breakfast and the 1000 (now revised to 1030) was now unavailable but he could get us on at 1500. It’s apparently a […]

Leaving Abbottabad Abbottabad was just a nightstop for us. I went out looking for breakfast but it doesn’t look like the kind of town where anyone eats out in the morning. So I bought a loaf of cake and a tetrapak of milk, inhaled it and quickly made our way to he general bus stand.  […]

We took a 3 hour ride in a minivan from Murree to Abottabad. There were 4 pax per row (designed for 3 pax), 5 rows including the driver’s cab. All together 20 people in a Toyota Hiace. Along the way we had people hold on to he racks at the back of the van as […]

With last night’s accommodation fiasco, we weren’t overly enamoured with Murree. There’s not that much to see and certainly we couldn’t justify another night of hotel at an exorbitant rate. After a walk around we grabbed breakfast. There were lots of flies buzzing around; as my meal came first I got Marie to fan the […]

Finding a bus to Murree I had wanted to come to Murree as it is the town where Pat (Kim’s dad) was born. I had offered to bring a ziploc bag of his ashes to scatter; probably somewhat in jest as I’d have difficulty trying to explain what the grey powder was if ever questioned […]