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  • 10,000 feet above sea level and a narrow track to climb the jeep over, enough for one small car but catering to two way traffic with heavily loaded trucks to boot. Kashmir is truly beautiful with its majestic mountains, rolling thunder and clouds floating in. This summer, we drove up to the highest regions and breathed the freshest of air.

    On the way back, a policeman told us the road was blocked because of landslides and to take a detour past the village and then back. As we climbed up and up, we realised he'd sent us all the way up the mountain, 8,500 feet, a small point he failed to mention! What a detour, four and a half hours later we reached the same road and laughed all the way, reminding ourselves that a sense of humour is vital while travelling.

    The mountains of north Pakistan are beautiful. There was poverty, but hope; beauty juxtaposed against the harshness of the mountains and the life there; men with smiling curious eyes discussing politics, laughing children skipping down giant mountains and women day dreaming as they sat watching their herds. I hope the Americans don't bomb this place too. It seems at times that if they can't have something, they bomb it. I grew up in the states and its saddens me that that is what they are only known for now.

    I have seen the mountains in Colorado and the Alps and others. All these mountains are so different in their majesty, yet similar in their timelessness. I told the Himalayas of the green rolling hillocks of the Alps and the gouges of the Rocky Mountains. And she smiled at me with her twinkling waterfalls and shining rocks, and threw back her head and thundered the clouds with her laughter. And she gently soothing me with her fluorescent green grasses and deep green pines and made me smile with her plethora of coloured rocks.
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