Now in Attabad, we woke up early and started packing. We were served with a delightful breakfast by “Mr. Rasul Din” before leaving the camp. We reached at Attabad Lake in the span of one (1) hour. By this time, there was a huge landslide to cross before reaching Attabad Lake. We went up the huge boulders of the land slide to reach the lake. I dragged rather than push- ride up to reach the top of the boulder.
When after a long journey through mountains, valleys, villages and hills; I saw Deosai for the first time, it struck to me as if Wordsworth wrote the poem for Deosai.
I'm just a traveler on a bike. I'm not a cyclist & I don't want to become one either. Curiosity envelopes one’s ego and self esteem riding on bike to navigate and explore our beloved Pakistan by land. The series of blogs would take you to our journey on the rigid yet beautiful Karakorum Highway on bikes, Throughout our journey we rough it out, by living the ultimate dream of any adventure lover.
