Downhill all the way now, both literally and metaphorically. That was what we thought as we left the wonderful Hunza that morning*. I was sorry to go and the longing to return started there.
The next two days passed quickly as we retraced our steps to Gilgit and then Besham. The Hotel at Gilgit was good, with a large garden at the rear overlooking the river. Pop and I sat in the garden and had tea watching the sun go down turning the mountains orange and pink. There didn’t seem to be much wrong with the world at that moment.
[* We actually left in the afternoon. In the morning we visited Baltit Fort, the Palace of the Mirs of Hunza. We had a wonderful walk up there, under the mountains. On the way up an avalanche occurred way up above the town. Very beautiful.]
A local from Hunza
At the top of the village in Karimabad, there was a school where the pupils had the same uniform as our 6 year old son’s. They were sitting out side in the sunshine working, with the Spectacular mountains in the background
