Its been a year and half since i went solo to Gilgit-Baltistan. Missing those huge rocky mountains, the harsh noise of water stream flowing downwards crushing rocks, cloudy weather giving impact of an old horror hollywood movies and the roadside hotel where i had tea.
You always make memories when you travel, it could be related to either anything physical or the aura of the place. The memories i brought back from Gilgit-Balsitan was the silence of those huge valleys, the sign of no human but nature all around and the fact of an existing power who is running all this.
This picture was taken while i was back to the Gilgit town from Phander Valley, It went dark while I was on my way back and i can’t explain the shine of moonlight on these mighty mountains, the romance of the silence and my only soul traveling.
I still want to go back, have lots of places left unexplored and lots of adventures untouched.