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Neelum Valley — The Other Side of the Mountains
Azad Kashmir gets less attention than it deserves. Maybe it’s the political complexity. Maybe it’s the shadow of the more famous northern destinations. But Neelum Valley — running for 240 kilometres along the Pakistani side of the Line of Control — is one of the most beautiful places I have
Deosai Plains — Riding the Top of the World
At 4,114 metres above sea level, Deosai is one of the highest plateaus in the world. I rode across it alone. No phone signal. No other vehicles for hours. Just the plateau, the sky, and the distant shapes of Himalayan brown bears moving through the grass. Nothing in my life
Sharan Forest — The Ride Into Silence
Nobody talks about Sharan the way they talk about Hunza or Skardu. That’s exactly why you should go. Sharan Forest, tucked in the Kaghan Valley district of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, is Pakistan’s quiet masterpiece. No Instagram influencer crowds. No jeep convoys. No overpriced “luxury glamping.” Just dense deodar forest, mountain meadows,
Kaghan Valley — Riding Into a Postcard
Most people drive to Kaghan. I will never understand this. The valley is made for motorcycles. From Balakot — the gateway — the road begins climbing immediately, threading through pine forests that press in on both sides like green walls. The air changes within minutes. That Lahore flatland heat
Skardu — The Roof of the World, Reached on Two Wheels
The sign at Thakot said: Skardu — 472 km. I looked at it for a long moment. My odometer already read 847 kilometres from Lahore. My chain needed oiling. One of my panniers was making a rattling sound I’d been choosing to ignore since Mansehra. I turned left toward Skardu.
Hunza — Where the Road Ends and the Soul Begins
I had been riding for three days straight when Hunza finally revealed itself. Not slowly. Not gently. All at once — like someone pulled a curtain off the sky. The Karakoram Highway had been punishing me for hours. My back ached, my visor was cracked from a stone chip somewhere