I had not even warmed the bed properly in this freezing cold that I began to smell the cloud of mercy. I knew that our tent would not be able to withstand this calamity. The booty is scattered outside our tent. We tried to wake up the sleeping comrades, but what was not crawling on their ears would die.
Unwillingly, he separated the bed from his body and got out of the tent, and went a little farther Standing alone in the icy air with drunken eyes in his sleep, he was watching the weather when the first drop of rain sounded the alarm bell near his ears (not yet ringing) before the bell started ringing loudly. Hoti ran into the camp and woke everyone up and informed them of the situation.
After a short walk, Muneeb Bhai and I reached Hujra from a mud hut. After thinking for a while, it was decided to seek refuge from these wanderers. Muneeb's brother was about to cry when his smile made Muneeb's face glow with happiness.
After hardly setting up the luggage, they started arranging the bed, keeping the order, brother side pay, and in a room with a capacity of barely 10, 17 young men, who were lying down wherever they found a place. It used to be stuffed in the mouth of a friend. Sleep also comes on the cross ... so we have come too.
By Allah, the night had passed and I had just returned to my room early in the morning after saying goodbye to my stranger friends. He could do nothing but be patient. When he looked at the lake, the first ray of sunset enchanted him. He picked up his camera and walked towards the lake alone. After capturing this beautiful moment in my mind and camera, I returned to my friends who were waiting for me to come back and make the next plan. Apart from the camera, I took my painting equipment with me and after choosing a suitable place, I got engrossed in painting and everyone else started increasing the number of their selfies.
Fulfilled the dream of painting the world's highest polo ground and returned to the luggage. The other comrades also came back. Breakfast was ready. And the journey began.
The journey was now a bit downhill due to which it was being hastened. Sometimes it would be a dangerous turn, sometimes it would be an open field.
After a journey of 2 hours, Tarot entered. It was a beautiful village at an altitude of 12000 feet. Mustard fields and snow-capped mountains on all sides were pleasing to the eye. We had reached Phandar but unfortunately could not spend much time. Despite my insistence, I was not allowed to see Phandar Lake. Come more than a beautiful one.
When the Gups arrived, the rain came on again and it was found that the plan had to be changed. The wind and the journey continued for another 2 hours. Tired from the morning, hungry and hungry, when we finally saw Gilgit, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
