Greens Retreat Hotel Nathia Gali

... didn't have any food related issues. The typical fare for breakfast was porridge, eggs, some sort of fruit, tea, sausage, and bread. They served a lot of fried foods for lunch and dinner with the main meat being chicken along with various soups, vegetables, fruits, and pastas. I know I ate a lot more food, fruits and vegetables here than I do at ...

Au petit déjeuner, nous retrouvons le menuisier. Il relance David concernant la table. Il est toujours amoureux de cette pièce magnifique. David décide d'accompagner le menuisier et de négocier un prix. La négociation prend toute la journée…et aboutit. Un David heureux de son achat rentre le soir.

Moi, en attendant, je voulais me faire couper les cheveux, mais quelle gaffe, le coiffeur ne comprend pas suffisamment bien mes explications même avec ...

Les jours sur le bateau (housboat) à Jaaven sont doux : petit déj au soleil servi avec un grand sourire, petit tour sur le lac en ramant nous-mêmes notre petit bateau (chikara), tours en vieille ville, des gourmandises sur le pouce, des artisans qui nous montrent leur art et leurs œuvres et les discussions infinies avec le personnel du bateau (Jaaven, Rasul et les autres), les cours de cuisine avec les femmes de la maison…tout ceci fait que nous y sommes ...

It was a two weeks trip. Set off driving from Islamabad in a mini van to Besham on Grand Trunk Road and Karakoram Highway (KKH).

The first day we did about 10 hours drive & stayed at PTDC Hotel Besham on the way to Gilgit. The hotel was average.

I've compiled a trip report & have tried to recall the fine moments I've had on our journey to Gilgit Baltistan and an impressive view point from where we had a spectacular view of great peaks including K2, Broadpeak, Gashebrum and Mashabrum. This had been my dream for a long time to see K2.

Our Spanish friends book a water trekking trip, while we stay put and take it easy. We need the break. Sonia falls sick. Little fever and music in the stomach. Nothing new. We explore the city, and the surrounding Mughal gardens. Sonja is the focus of a lot of attention. All the men want their picture taken with her. The first 2-3 ...

After a few hours sleep after a late night, I woke early with the knock on the door for breakfast. I said thank you and goodbye to MA and met A, who whisked me straight off into a rickshaw and then bus to Abbotabad. He said he really wanted to show me some more of Pakistan before I left and this was a beautiful place. To be honest, after all the travel the day before I was pretty tired and the last thing I wanted to do was to sit on another bus for 6 hours or so but it ...

... bazaar and spoke to the locals, who all seemed to be Afghans. Unfortunately, whilst in the bazaar, nature called. (I warn you that the description that follows is revolting so if your eating lunch maybe read this later.) The toilets appeared to be down a lane, but rather than a toilet it was just on the ground. Men were scattered along the lane squatting. The sight and smell of **** was disgusting. I realised that there was indeed toilets but with a 5 pence levy I could understand ...

... particular country, but to particular children. My luck has been fairly good, and only three previous occasions spring to mind: in England, Egypt and India. But in Indus Kohistan, according to conventional wisdom, the parents join in. And stand above the road so rocks too big to throw can be utilised. A scene from Lord Of The Flies springs to mind... The ride itself was no joke either. The road climbed inconsistently, undulating so that for every 100m ...