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DRIVE  to CHITRAL

 

The next morning we went for Chitral. Not expecting any obstacle we made the long ascent to the Lawari Pass, until we saw vehicles lining up.

 

As it worked out the seasonal closing of the pass had extended up to this very day, the 6th of June, and now the road was being opened for traffic. We passed the time by watching a Caterpillar excavate a drivable tract through the glacier that stretched across the road. Before mid-day we could move again, and continued our journey. Before reaching Chitral we diverted to the West in the direction of the Afghan border.

 

 

Here the road narrowed to allow scanty passage to our long based 4-wheel drive. The terrain was rough: on one side rising rock formations offering huge boulders ready to drop down on the vehicle, and on the other side a deep ravine luring the car to slip in. Curving through the numerous bends in the road made the body of the car hang over the emptiness. The driver was marvelous in keeping the four wheels on the track but this didn't give assurance to stay alive. The road could easy slip away under the weight of the car in places where it had been brought up to the desired level by hand-stapled boulders.

 

All those dangers we took for granted in order to reach the homeland of the Kalash people, a distinct non-Muslim group, speaking its own language and living very much on its own. The Kalash are fair skinned, blue eyed and enjoy handsome features. The women are always festively dressed, unveiled and do not lower their eyes for a man. The Kalash make wine, and on special occasions eat, drink and dance, night after night. They worship a variety of gods and are believed to be descendents of the Greek. No wonder that this tribe is looked upon with some envy by other Pakistani, even to the extend that one member of our party exclaimed: '.... and they even dance with women'.

 

Their houses are packed together in contours on the mountain slopes with the result that everyone has a marvelous view over the valley. Built mainly in wood on poles the higher houses have access to the flat roofs in front of them, which are used for the drying of produce and threshing of grain. We split up for having a talk with the villagers and left a small present behind.

 

On the way back we passed a graveyard with coffins randomly lying around on the ground. Later Jens recalled to us that through a half open lid he had seen the shady remnants of a girl with long hair and elegant dress decorated with cowries and all. He had resisted taking a photograph of this peaceful scene. It made us silent.

 

That evening we checked in at the PTDC, a pleasant hotel in the center of Chitral. There we joined Mehjabeen who had already arrived by air.

 

read on about STOPOVER IN PESHAWAR

 

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