Thursday, 8 December 2016

Our Travel to Hunza



THIS LAND OF OURS IS A BEAUTIFUL LAND

REMINISCENCES OF TRAVEL TO HUNZA ON KKH 

"When we get closer to nature, be it untouched wilderness or a backyard tree – we do our overstressed brains a favour” - National Geographic Magazine (January 2016).
There couldn’t possibly have been a more appropriate and befitting maxim to describe our exultant state of minds after our recent trip to Hunza and Nagar Valleys. Hunza in Gilgit Baltistan had always been a fairyland not only to us but to all nature loving people. Travelling on the KKH (former Silk Road) this is the story of our sojourn to that land of fairies, which consistently failed to materialize on successive occasions in the past. Only last year our fully finalized trip had to be cancelled at the eleventh hour due to early heavy rains and snow in Hunza as well as the earthquake jolts that led to landslides blocking the KKH at several places. This year too after a little hiccup on account of political rallies and demonstrations in Islamabad in particular and KPK in general, we could miraculously escape the smog laden cities and head for the valleys of Hunza, Nagar and Neltar which are synonymous with clean air, blue skies and emerald green waters. Year after year, we had been reading about the land but not about the people who actually live there. We ourselves had been inspired for this trip by the pictorials [1-2] depicting the fall colors but quickly learned that there was so much more to see and narrate for the benefit of those who have not been there yet.      

The trip (4-9 November 2016) was organised by the WWF (Pakistan). The party comprising five WWF members besides the trip organizer (Mr Mubashar Azam) left Lahore on a 14 seater Hi-Roof Toyota micro bus early in the morning of November 4, 2016. They were joined on the way (Wakefield Orange Valley Farms adjacent to UET Taxila) by our family of seven WWF members including the ever eager 9 year old Inaya and her younger sister 5 year old Nema (Both of them attend Roots Millennium Academy in Chaklala (RWP) Scheme-3 and were members of WWF under its Green Schools Program).

The journey on KKH was close to 700 km one way and took us two days to complete. We passed through monumental places of history besides those, which are prominent landmarks of the region. While in Hunza and Nagar, we had great views of Rakaposhi besides innumerable glimpses of the autumn colors of Apricot and Poplar trees that are in abundance there.  During this visit we could also actually live for a day with a Wakhi family and closely monitor their lives. During this visit we also met with the women craft persons weaving carpets on looms installed in a rented dilapidated shack of a house. We were also fortunate to visit a secondary school and meet with the students and teachers there. Our visits to the age old Altit and Baltit Forts too were very informative from historical perspective. The completion of 7km long five tunnels that bypasses the Attabad Lake is a wonder of engineering completed in a record time of just over two years. These tunnels foretell the importance both China and Pakistan attach to the China Pakistan Economic Corridor (CPEC).

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DAY 1 (Friday, November 4, 2016):
OUR FIRST DAY ON KKH
Having left Lahore at 01:00 AM on 4th Novemver, 2016, the Toyota Hi-Roof carrying the party from Lahore arrived at our Wakefield Gardens Orange Valley Farmhouse at 6 AM. After a brief rest we finally embarked on our destination at 8 AM.  Almost all seats were occupied and there was hardly any space left to move around. The atmosphere was however cheerful and jolly. First thing first, we got ourselves introduced. The WWF persons from Lahore were mostly water management professionals. Those of us joining from Wakefield Gardens Taxila belonged to our larger family comprising my wife (Anjum) and myself, our sons Omar (specialist doctor and a major in the Army) and Saad (chemical scientist), Saad's wife and our daughter in-law Sahar (computer specialist) and their daughters Inaya and Nema with plenty of passion for nature and enthusiasm to see the promised land, so much so that Inaya was taking along a route map that she herself had drawn. Saads and Omar had driven to our farmhouse early in the morning that very day from their respective abodes in Chaklala, Rawalpindi and Punjab Regimental Centre, Mardan.



One could go to Hunza taking a flight from Islamabad to Gilgit but thanks to WWF who planned this trip, we travelled on Karakoram Highway (KKH) which links Taxila, where from we started, to Gilgit Baltistan and Hunza via Haripur, Abbotabad, Mansehra, Battagram, Besham, Dassu and Chilas. Even though not completely appreciative of the advantages, we felt fortunate to have adopted this mode of travel, which  even though tortuous, tiring and  even torturous for some of us,  was at the same time hugely informative and scenic at places.


Route to Hunza on KKH 
As we proceeded further on from Mansehra, we initially climbed to Battagram (1040 m), which is beautiful with pines on the terraced hilly slopes. This district town appeared to be a lively place with a sudden change of scenery, culture and possibly also character of people.  In all probability they were rugged pushto speaking pathans. The bazar through which we passed was full of fruits, vegetables and meat in the form of large carcasses of cattle occasionally hanging from the trees. There were mosques, madressahs and roadside cafes.

KKH Altitude Map
As we drove further, we at first climbed down to Besham (613 m), which is the largest town and commercial centre of the Shangla District. Most of the population here too was pushto speaking. There was a PTDC Motel where we stayed overnight on our return journey. We crossed the river Indus at Thakot and from thereon we travelled on KKH to Dasu and all the way to Chilas and a little beyond along the river Indus.

Dasu is in district Kohistan of Khyber Pakhtun Khawa (KPK) province. Located 7 km upstream of Dasu Town (841 m) Town, there is the Dasu Hydropower Project, which is a run of river project on the Indus River. The site is 74 km downstream of proposed Diamer Bhasha Dam site. This Project, which, we passedby will generate 5400 MWe (15 Units of 360 MWe each) hydroelectric power with annual energy of 26700 GWh. The Dasu Hydropower Project is one of the priority projects under the Vision 2025 of Government of Pakistan.  It is being financed by the World Bank.  As it was dark, we could not see the site of Bhasha Dam, which is stated to have been delayed till 2037. We however had a nice and clear view of the site 40 km downstream of Chilas during our daytime return journey. The provision of the associated lake site  on surrounding hills could be seen marked with white paint.

From Dasu, a 122 km section of KKH is in ever deteriorating bad shape. It took us more than eight hours to reach Chilas where we stayed overnight at the Panorama Hotel, which was situated just at the entrance of the city. By the time we reached our hotel it was already 11:30 PM and had taken some 15 hours of a long and tiring journey. It was a ‘no star’ hotel but still good enough for a night stay. We got rooms with twin beds and attached European style bathrooms. The rooms were quite untidy, provided with unkempt and unvarnished furniture but I should not be complaining. The washrooms had running hot water, which after a bumpy and exhaustive bus ride was very welcome. As the hotel had an advanced intimation of our arrival they had reasonable standard of food available comprising balmy chicken, tandoory roti and a vegetable dish. We also had green tea after a late night supper. Following that we had a restful sleep in spite of the fact that the blankets gave the impression of being unclean and unhygienic. We had to ask for extra bed sheets under the blankets and had to use own towels for the white towels provided by the hotel did not seem to be clean enough. 

The hotel seemed to be catering only for a single and solitary night stay tourists. The staff appeared to be quite unmindful of improving their business as the demand on account of rush of tourists especially during the summer season must be very high. It was the first week of November in transition and for the time of year it was still not cold enough. The hotel over looking the fast moving Indus down in the gorge had a fruit orchard in the inner courtyard with yellowing oranges, which was the only attractive feature of the otherwise gloomy outlook of the hotel and that of the dusty and desolate Chilas. The sprawling Shangrila Hotel opposite our hotel seemed to be somewhat better but the arrangements had to be made at the lower standard Panorma Hotel perhaps on account of budgetary constraints.

DAY 2 (Saturday 5 November 2016):
THE STONE CARVINGS

We moved out of the hotel after breakfast quite early and only about ten minutes on the road to Gilgit stopped for viewing of the carvings on stones and boulders strewn all over on the sand along the  river Indus flowing in the gorge downhill. It is necessary to understand that Chilas is a hot desert area encircled with rigid and stony mountains. It was an important trade spot on the Silk Route. People from Kashmir to China and Russia used to travel on this route.  Including the stone carvings near Chilas there are said to be more than 50,000 pieces of Buddhist rock art (petroglyphs) and inscriptions all along the Karakoram Highway in Gilgit-Baltistan that are concentrated at ten major sites between Hunza and Shatial. The carvings, were left by various invaders, traders and pilgrims who passed along the trade route. The earliest dated back to between 5,000 and 10,000 years showing single animals, triangular men and hunting scenes. [3]

One of the Carvings on a Boulder
It is conjectured that these carvings were pecked into the rocks with stone tools. Over thousands of years that they got covered with a thick patina (oxide layer) that proved their age. As we approached the rocks, we were shocked to find that a very large carving on the main rock right in front had been almost totally covered publicizing the name of a senator with paint. That publicity poster had almost overlapped the age old carving, leaving barely little to be seen underneath.

An ironical testament to our love for the land
It might be of interest to mention that we noticed the name of the senator painted on many a rocks at impossible of locations all the way from Taxila, where we commenced our journey. We wondered at the ignorance of the person and his followers. Their apathy and indifference to the petroglyphs that provided important hints for the understanding of early civilisation and the social developments was simply mind boggling. Another harrowing aspect, which came to our knowledge was that there were over 37,000 carvings on 6,000 boulders or rock faces, which will be inundated in Diamer-Bhasha Dam besides some 3,000 very important stupas and similar number of drawings will be submerged after the construction of the dam. We were also told that the treasures were protected by the Pakistan Antiquities Act but ironically, the antiquities authority had left the valuable treasures at the mercy of vandals and treasure hunters. WAPDA had conducted surveys and the plan was to preserve whatever it could by cutting the rocks for display at the British time Chilas Fort. Due again to scarcity of time at our disposal we could neither visit the fort nor see the artifacts on display there but contended for the time being for having been reminded about the pathetic situation that existed in our country vis-à-vis preservation of our history. 

At the site of stone carvings

We left the site of stone carvings exceedingly depressed but looked forward to more promising things to come our way. Soon enough we crossed the turning on our right to Babusar Pass. That route provided an alternate shortest approach to Chilas from Mansehra. Could we use it, we would have avoided the bad portion of KKH altogether besides it was scenic and beautiful and also provided the closest view of Nanga Parbat. Starting on the other side in Mansehra it passes through Kaghan and Naran before Gittidas in Lulusar Dudipatsar National Park. We had planned to follow this route on our way to Chilas but discovered it was closed on account of heavy snowfall in Gittidas. On our way back from Huanza we found it was still closed.  

The KKH continued to be in bad shape till we reached Raikot Bridge, which is 61 kilometers from Chilas. Just before crossing the river Indus through this bridge, a bifurcation to the right led to Fairy Meadows and the Nanga Parbat base station. We hoped to be able to do that sometime as it is also a beautiful valley but at the time of making the crossing, we were too preoccupied with the thoughts of Hunza and Nagar. One of the WWF fellow travellers who had been to Fairy Meadows earlier, said the track was to be traversed on mule back and one must be prepared to camp as there were no hotels. We thought it would be fun but one shouldn’t proceed without making appropriate arrangements.
   
THE MAJESTIC NANGA PARBAT

Soon after crossing the Raikot Bridge, we reached the Nanga Parbat Viewpoint. It was noon time and the sun was right overhead and showing brightly into our camera lenses. The mountain too was somewhat obscured by a cloud overhang. We decided therefore to take our respective snaps sitting back in the bus, which shielded the sun a bit but couldn’t help us with the cloud cover. 

The Nanga Parbat far in the background swathed in all its glory
Nanga Parbat is the ninth highest mountain in the world at 8,126 meters (26,660 ft) above sea level. The mountain is located in the Gilgit Baltistan and is locally known as ‘Deo Mir’ (Huge Mountain). Nanga Parbat lies in the Himalayas and river Indus skirts round it to enter Pakistan. It has a very clear view from Fairy Meadows as well as Gittidas in Babusar Pass. 

A little further ahead on KKH, we stopped at another viewpoint of Confluence of Indus and Gilgit Rivers as well as the point where three mightiest mountain ranges (1. Himalayas: 2400 km, running through Pakistan, India, China, Nepal and Bhutan 2. Karakoram: 500 km that lies mostly in Gilgit Baltistan and 3. Hindukush: 966 km long that resides mostly in Pakistan Afghanistan). The river Indus that meets Gilgit river at this point had already travelled about 1000 km from its source in Tibet and had just turned south-west a little before this point.


At the Confluence of Indus and Gilgit Rivers where the mountain ranges Himalaya, Karakoram and Hindukush also meet.
The entire WWF contingent with all the three mighty mountain ranges in the background
From here on we drove to Gilgit where we found the KKH was closed on account of some political demonstration. We therefore had to take a detour passing through the city. This detour however happily provided us an opportunity to see most scenic of small villages that lie in the backyard of Gilgit. We joined KKH again a little later and passed through Khizarabad, Sikandarabad, Jafarabad and Nilt before arriving Ghulmet wherefrom we had the closest of the views of Rakposhi (7788 m high mountain in the Karakoram. It is situated in the middle of Nagar Valley approximately 100 km north of capital Karimabad). 

Rakaposhi from Gulmet Viewpoint
We took a somewhat delayed lunch at a roadside cafe in the beautiful settings here before continuing  twith the remaining journey to Karimabad where we had comfortable lodgings waiting for us to stay. More about that and our actual most interesting reminisces of Huzza and Nagar in this blog next week.  

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Umrah In Hamza's Own Words

Week 03January 12, 2015January 18, 2015


1.     Preamble:

Apart from Hajj, Umrah is one of the finest rituals of Islam. It is a strong symbol of Muslim piety. While being able to perform the Haj or Umrah is already a great blessing, taking the whole family along just adds to the completeness of the experience. It adds to the understanding of the religion Islam, if children after coming of age are taken to perform Umrah, visit Masjid Nabvi in Madina  Munawarrah and shown around various sacred and historical sites  in and in the vicinities of both the holy cities. The early Islamic history then becomes ever so clear and a joyous experience to follow. Recently (27th Jan - 08 Feb 2015) our second son Omar took his entire family comprising his wife Sadaf, sons Hamza and Yahya and daughters Hiba and Rehma for Umrah. Owing to the constraints of travel arrangements they first flew from Karachi to Madina Munawarrah and then travelled from there by road to Makkah Muazzama to perform Umrah. This week we will celebrate their accomplishing the feat and listen to the narration of 12 years old Hamza describing the journey to the holiest if the holy places in his own words.

2.     Umrah in Hamza's Own Words:

On my first trip out of Pakistan, my family chose the holy land of Saudi Arabia where we could divide our time between performing holy activities as well as having loads of fun. On the morning of 27th December 2014 I woke up feeling on top of the world, took a shower, ate breakfast and we all drove  to my nana, nani’s house after locking up our home. We ate a light lunch and stuffed our luggage in two cars. Our flight was scheduled at 07:00 pm and we reached the airport four hours before, we were one of the first passengers to check in. While the rest of my family was bored, I had the time of my life gazing at aircrafts landing and taking off. 

After we took off on our Saudi plane which was fully packed with people who like us were Pakistanis going to perform Umrah. The plane flew along as I took in the sights of a lit up Karachi, the Arabian Sea and the gulf of Oman both drowned in darkness. We landed at Riyadh at 10:30 pm where we had a one hour stop then took off again to our final destination-Medina. After a short flight we landed in Medina, went smoothly through immigration and found a mix of Muslims from all around the world which consisted of Egyptians, Turkish, Africans and Desis. We drove to our hotel, Bahauddin which was right opposite Masjid-e-Nabwi. The minarets of the Prophet (S.A.W) mosque were clearly visible from our room, but I could not stay awake for it was almost 01:00 in the morning so I slept soundly through the night. 



We spent the next day exploring the stalls and markets as well as going to Masjid-e-nabwi for prayers. The geometrical arches, tall pillars and umbrellas were fascinating and beautiful to watch. The echo of ‘‘AMEEN’’ and the beautiful qirat was also astounding. We went on ziarat the following day visiting Jannat al Baqi,  Saba’a Masajid,Masjid-e-Quba, Masjid-e-Qiblatain, an Ottoman era railway station and the site of the battle of Uhud. On our last day in Medina Abbu woke me up at 01:00 am to go to Riaz-al-Jannah. We went to the Masjid which was still crowded with people who like us chose that time of the night. We managed to pray nafil in Riaz-al-Jannah, and visit the Rauza of Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W). After praying Fajr I got an hour or two’s sleep, only to be awakened again by Abbu to go to the library which was now turned into a museum in which Hazrat Usman (R.A) was martyred. The museum itself was filled with copies of old Qurans and the accessories with which they were written, but the Quran on which the blood stains of Hazrat Usman (R.A) were spilled at the time of his shahadat was taken away by the Ottomans to Turkey. 

After praying Dhuhr at Medina we wore our Ahrams and set off on a four hour drive to Mecca. The driver of our minivan, an Arab who lived in Medina was very polite. When he was asked if he liked football he cursed the Saudi team but told us that our cricket team played pretty well. He was a pleasant company to us but we couldn’t understand most of the Arabic and he couldn’t understand English so we mostly spoke with the help of hand gestures. Before we had entered Mecca we could see the light of the tall Clock tower in the distance. 

After we had checked in our Hotel Movenpick which was at least more than 15 floors high, we went to perform Umrah. The majestic sight of Ka’aba was breathtaking as we saw scores of people performing Tawaf around it. It was brilliantly lit up by the lights surrounding it. We performed Tawaf and then prayed nafil. After resting for a minute and drinking Zamzam, we performed Sae’e. At last, to finish our Umrah, we got our heads shaved and headed back towards our hotel in Abraj-al-bait through a series of mazes’ inside Masjid-al-Haram. It was truly the longest and most tiring day in my life as I at last went to sleep at 01:00 am The next day, a marvelous spread of food was seen in the breakfast lounge, I actually ate more than I was capable of and afterwards spent a long time holding my stomach. We performed Tawaf daily and I made sure that I did not eat too much. The next day Abbu, Ammi and I went to Masjid-e-Ayesha, where we would again wear Ahrams to perform Umrah again. While Hiba and Rahma took care of Yahya, cleaning the places where he threw up mouthfuls of food, we had a smooth and quick Umrah. 



At lunch and dinner, we went to AL-BAIK and TAZAJ which we all loved very much and ate to our heart’s content. It was all very exciting and wonderful, but in the blink of an eye all of it was behind us as we were cruising at 30,000 ft back to Pakistan.

MashaAllah! Great read Hamza! We pray Omar and family will perform Umrah again and again. Like Hajj, the act of Umrah is amongst the best deeds one can perform when pleasing Allah (SWT). Allah (SWT) loves those who strive in his path in hopes of pleasing Him alone and Umrah is an act in which Allah (SWT) considers the pilgrim to be answering His call. Ibne Umar (R) narrates that Prophet (S) said, ‘The warrior in the cause of Allah, the pilgrim and the one who is performing Umrah are all the delegation of Allah. He called them and they responded and they will ask of His bestowals and He will give it to them.’ (Ibne Majah, Ibne Hibbaan)



Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Celebrating Anjum's B'day

Week 02January 5, 2015January 11, 2015

1.     Preamble:

Although it is too early for the blog of this week, 8th Jan as always is a special day that can not go un remembered. This particular blog as such is being issued early, solely to celebrate Anjum's B'day. Since last many years both of us could not be together on this day as she travels to Karachi on account of extreme cold winter with her mother, who herself escapes from Canada for identically the same reason. I myself however don't mind cold and prefer to stay back at our farmhouse. Before leaving in mid December, she makes sure, I will not go hungry and stuff both the fridge and deep freezer with the boxes after boxes of cooked meals of all possible types and combinations. She would even leave a sufficient stock of  clothes, towels and bed linen, all washed and ironed, stashed in the cupboard. Could there be any person more considerate other than a loving life partner, especially for the one who occasionally could be as difficult and grouchy as myself? On her birthday, which is just about to dawn, I would like to go through the memory lane a bit!

2.     Family Event:
2.1.  Celebrating Anjum's B'day (Born: 8th January 1952):


I am older than Anjum by seven or so years. I still remember seeing her as a little girl with two pony tails and a flatter nose when we all were spending our summer holidays at our nana's place in Saidu Sharif (Swat). I of course didn't worry about her then and even much later in 1967 when in my capacity of family driver I picked them up from the Kotri Railway Station on their return from Kuala Lumpur and subsequent brief stay in Hyderabad, on way to Sudbury, Canada. She by then had grown big and her nose, I noticed was a little less flatter. She was dressed in 'parrot green chooridaar slacks' and was constantly directed and drilled to walk straight by Shaheda Khala Amman (her mother). I still didn't think much of her. She had grown a bit chirpy but seemed none the less 'happy with her life' kind of girl. When the time came for their leaving, I drove them to Karachi for them to take the flight to London and onwards to Toronto. I then didn't have the slightest inkling of things to come only a couple of years later. We were married in September 1971.

Anjum, over a number of years has changed much but she remains loving and very caring as she always has been. She bore us four lovely boys and mothered them through difficult times. She chose to go through the difficult life with me in Pakistan away from her parents, brothers and a sister in Canada. I now ponder with much respect and appreciation for her, what on earth prompted her to do that? She left her studies midway in Canada with much better prospects, to come and live in Pakistan and to spend her entire life with a person, whose future was uncertain and who had just embarked on a career as a scientist in a poor country. I remember our early days together. We lived in a shared house with only a bed room and a living room to ourselves. I had to sell my books to buy a cot bed, two easy chairs and a smallish dining set. In spite of the two chairs, we always sat huddled up together in harshest of winters to watch TV in its infancy in the evenings. In spite of her much happier life in Canada, she always smiled and appeared ever so contended. I remember our daily walks to the market place, our trips to Murree and friends places. We were a happy couple barring occasional 'border skirmishes' which always ended up in enhancing our fondness for each other!  All in all we have had a wonderful life.  Our best times were a couple of weeks together in Sudbury, where I had gone from Copenhagen to be with her and our sons, Hasan and Omer. I was never more homesick as much as I was on my returning to Denmark (where I was then working as a visiting scientist with the Danish Atomic Energy Commission).

We as a family have over the years lived, apart from Rawalpindi, Islamabad, Karachi and back again in Islamabad and Rawalpindi. We Enjoy outdoors. Apart from going to scenic places in the country itself, we went together to Beijing and twice to Istanbul.


Among the places we would like to go again and again is surely Istanbul. We have fond memories of being together in that very old yet an enchantingly modern city!



We have sailed through calm seas but also occasional rough ones. I often think, rowing and propelling the boat of our life often striving very hard, this voyage has brought us to the shores of contended happiness. She has been an equal contributor, in my estimate, to this fruitful and successful journey. We now live happily together in our farmhouse, which we have built together. In the following picture she is seen laying the first brick in its foundations.


We have had our life. We now live for our dear sons, adorable daughter in-laws and masha Allah some of the most awesome grand children. Come to think they would not have been there for us to enjoy, had we not married each other! What a great loss it would have been?

To you Anjum, I would say, I am no longer the young man I used to be. However, I am never too old to say I love you and show you how much you mean to me. Happy Birthday Anjum!

Monday, 5 January 2015

Haji Samar Khan's Fish Dhaba




Week 01 December 29, 2014  January 04, 2015

1.     Preamble:

We are now in the year 2015. The New Year! Would it be any different? We should hope it will be. A lot of people start it with the revolutionary resolves aimed at improvements in their lives but end up where they originally were and often worse still! What I can try and achieve for this blog in the New Year, without hopefully lowering its character, is to make it more diverse by from time to time bringing in varied topics that might attract more readers. Starting this week, we will first talk about the Fish Shop adjacent to the Khanpur Dam Lake in the near vicinity of our farmhouse. The shop is owned and run by one Haji Samar Khan. We will mostly be talking about him and his product, both the fried as well as baked fish. We however will also describe his dilapidated and shabby yet delightfully relaxing Cafe de Phoos (a hut made from bamboo and dry grass) too!

The weather in the meantime continues to be (for this part of the world) quite cold. The minimum is now touching freezing point. The coldest is just before sunrise. Although the sunset time is enhancing day by day, the sunrise is not taking place any earlier. The length of the day light hours are therefore essentially the same, around barely ten hours! (Today on 3rd Jan, when I am writing this blog, the sunrise at Taxila is at 7:14 AM and sunset at 5:11 PM with the day length of 9 hrs 57 min). 

It is the mating season of Francolin Partridge (Teetar). All through the morning walks, I keep hearing the loud and very shrill calls of the male Francolin and response of their female counterparts. A pair of birds will often engage in a duet. The female call is a tee ... tee ... tee repeated and sometimes akila akila ... kila .. kila in a duet. They are usually seen in small groups. They run very swiftly and gracefully  and seem to glide rather than run. As I pass aside a bush, a pair of them would suddenly whiz pass in low flight, leaving me stunned but marvelling at the same time!

2.     Sites and Scenes Around Our Farmhouse:


Our farmhouse is situated in Khyber Pakhtoon Khawa adjacent to the 2,500 year old Taxila Budhist ruins. Besides the treasured ruin, which we will keep visiting in this blog from time to time, we first take a trip to the nearby (7 km) Khanpur Dam and Haji Samar Khan's (HSK) Fish Dhaba in its vicinity. The picturesque Khanpur Dam was built in 1983 on Haro River. It is at a 15 minutes drive from our farmhouse and is a popular recreational venue, especially over the weekend. The associated  lake (water reservoir) provides some breathtaking views to the visitors. On one side stand is the lush green Margallas, while on the other lies the vast expanse of the lake’s sapphire blue waters. Along the shores, several birds can be spotted, including white cranes and waterfowl. In the winter, migratory birds can be seen soaring above the water. We often take our friends and relatives to the lake for a boat ride. There is a very old  mosque of now submerged village on the far bank of the lake, where we we get down from the boat for  a brief stop over. 



Although the waters of the lake are not swimable, for the dense under growth at several a places. Saad never however forgets to have a dip with his little daughters during such a brief stop over, while some of us stroll down to the mosque to enjoy scenery and the views.


Kanpur Lake is well known for two types of fish: masheer and rohu. Many people grill their fresh catch by the lakeside, and then have a picnic, while others dine at one of the many desi dhaabas located nearby. Specialities include fried and barbecued fish, which, along with naan and spicy vinegar are simply scrumptious. The Fish Dhaba, which we go to is Haji Samar Khan's Hut at which we never forget to stop on our way back.  The hut made with the looks of an open pavilion without any doors but slidable curtains. It is provided with rope cots (Manji) and rickety tables. Haji Samar Khan is a broadly smiling Pathan, belonging to the rare hospitable breed of the old.



Haji Samar a Khan and his clan welcome us, literally with open arms. As soon as he sees us, he would arrange a special parking place for our cars right Infront of his hut and shout to his clan for making us comfortable in his raw Pushto style Urdu while he himself will proceed to show us his wares stored in his ice chests. While the selected fish is prepared HSK will sit with us for a while to talk to us about any matter of mutual interest before commencing his own job of personally baking the fish for us.


It always is a great treat to be with him at his Dhaba and enjoy the fish which he so diligently prepares for us. Often he would ask his boys to fetch for us his home baked delicious bread, which too is extremely delicious and goes well with the baked as well as fried fish.



A visit to the Khanpur Dam and HSK's Dhaba has now become a ritual of our lives at the farmhouse. It is a joy we all relish a lot!