As we tried asking for a night stay, the locals were quite reluctant & beckon us to head to the police station down the road. Indeed, the police showed up & took us away …
Naqeeb Ahmed, the young Detective Constable, has returned from the academy to serve in his district for 2-3 yrs now. He is fluent in English & related the tense atmosphere around the Thore region to us. Seemed we’re entering the territory of Kohistan *raise brow*
The officers on night duty have kindly given up their beds to us. This early morning, we were awaken, served tea and hurriedly bid goodbyes.
One of the check-points along this stretch of the highway. Foreigners have a standard but simple registration, while for the locals, a thorough screen seemed to be in place.
At many of the valleys with a outlet of the fresh mountain/glacier water near to the highway like this have naturally gathering more people, often forming a trading market around the communities, striving with life!
Heat is ON! We devised 2 ways to beat it … take a break under shelter, preferably at a tea house.
Else get off the cycles, park it …
Quickly get rid of the sweaty & burning clothes … *wink*
and take a dip in the clear & cold water rushing down from the mountains! What a Shiok feeling!