The Hunza Valley

My minibus wound its way north from Gilgit, passing through rocky valleys flanked by snowy peaks. The summit of Rakaposhi (7788 m/25551 ft.) was draped in clouds for much of the journey, but still dominated the landscape. After a right turn around the base of the mountain, I was now in the Hunza Valley. Here the scenery changed once again. With more space adjacent to the river here, green pastures covered the valley floor. Their chief occupants were goats and cattle, and raising them is the primary economic activity in this region, other than tourism. 
  
I reached the town of Karimabad and checked into my hotel, the Old Hunza Inn. I took this panorama of the view from the doorway shortly after I arrived. Between the two rocky peaks that dominate the background, the peak of Diran (7266 m/23839 ft.) rises above the valley. The higher summit of Rakaposhi is hidden in the clouds down the valley. Waking up to this view every morning became surreal. I couldnt believe I was in a place so beautiful.

Free of silly bureaucratic constraints like building safety codes, Pakistanis can design bathrooms however they please, including plugging the water heater in next to the shower head. The drain worked poorly, so I stood in a puddle of water while showering, laughing at the absurd image of myself being electrocuted in the shower. Luckily, this scenario never came to pass.

There are three forts around Karimabad, two of which have been restored. They exhibit the influence of Tibetan architecture, for which a few explanations have been provided. One is that the Mir of Hunza married a princess from Baltistan, who brought skilled carpenters and masons with her as part of her dowry. During the same period, the Tibetan empire stretched into nearby regions, so the architectural exchange could have happened in a less formal manner as well. I first visited Baltit Fort, high on a hill overlooking Karimabad, with mountains as its backdrop. The oldest parts of the fort are 700 years old, though significant additions have been made over the centuries.

The royal kitchens were a simple affair, and also served as the dining room. Most of the pots at the left of the photo are actually made from single pieces of stone, as metal was unknown in this part of the world when the fort was constructed. The chest in the corner has two rat-proof compartments for storing grain and flour.

The king’s throne is on the third floor of the fort, and the view looking out over his kingdom is quite impressive.

After visiting the fort, I went on an impromptu hike in the surrounding hills. The locals have channeled glacial streams through an extensive network of irrigation channels that water their pastures and provide water to their homes.

I then climbed up a cliff and scree slope for some impressive views of the valley below, just as a rainstorm was arriving.

Lunch included some delicious apricot juice.

The next day I visited Altit Fort, positioned on a cliff overlooking the Hunza River. It shares many architectural similarities with Baltit Fort. It is much older, with the watchtower dating back around 1100 years. A branch of the Silk Road came down this valley, and the tower provides commanding views of anyone passing along the river below.

Inside the fort is the smallest mosque I’ve ever been inside, around two metres (6.5 ft.) square. I snapped a photo of the simple mihrab, indicating the direction of Mecca.

These two widely spaced rocks were used as a test for the king’s bodyguard – if you could jump from right to left and then back, you were accepted. What the photo doesn’t show is the fatal drop to the river below for those with unsure footing.

Finally, I was treated to spectacular views of the valley as the sun set.

The scenery in Pakistan as amazing. It’s truly one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. But the experience was made so much better by the generosity and friendliness of its people. I posted in a Facebook group dedicated to this region of Pakistan when I arrived in Lahore, filled with Pakistani travellers and photographers passionate about this region. Within hours, I had dozens of friend requests, messages, and comments wishing me well and offering advice and assistance. The same evening, two of the moderators even came to my hotel for drinks (non-alcoholic – that’s illegal in Pakistan). No one pushed me to buy anything or made me feel uncomfortable.
When I asked for a padlock for my hotel door, the manager seemed genuinely surprised. They didn’t even have locks for the doors because the crime rate in Hunza is essentially zero. This is the safest part of Pakistan, and perhaps among the safest regions in the world. Pakistanis are painfully aware of how their country is perceived in the Western media, but know how biased it is. If nothing happens, it doesn’t make the news. I had an ironic conversation with a Pakistani about how he’s afraid to go to America because of the pervasiveness of gun violence, while most Americans are terrified to visit his country. It drove home the point that the media’s portrayal is a skewed one and that travel can help to kill these biases.

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