A shepherd’s hut in the mountains

Stunning Hunza, filled with cherry blossom trees, ancient towns and towering peaks

“Is Pakistan safe?” – these were the words I was to hear again and again as I made my way across Europe, hitchhiking up through Turkey, into Georgia and then Iran. Tourism in Pakistan seemed to be almost none-existent… for me, this was perfect. For years, I had dreamed of travelling to Pakistan, this is a country with towering peaks, stunning rivers, impenetrable fortresses and just enough danger to keep you on your toes…

Travelling in Pakistan offers a rare opportunity to visit a country that has not yet opened up to mainstream tourism, this is adventure backpacking at its finest and, if you have the right connections, Pakistan is an extremely exciting, extremely cheap, country to travel in.

Ultimately, to get the most out of your Pakistan backpacking adventure, you are going to need some Pakistani friends. Luckily, Pakistanis are some of the friendliest people you will ever meet and normal Pakistani people are single-handedly rebuilding tourism in Pakistan…

And so dear amigos, pull up a chair, crack open a beer, light up a bowl and prepare to meet Rehman…

Tourism in Pakistan, Having Chai Break by the road

Pausing for a chai break after a long day’s adventuring

The mini-bus sped away from Karimabad, taking to the polished roads of The Karakoram Highway and passing row after row of pink cherry blossoms guarding the foothills of the Himalayas.

The jewel of Hunza Valley, Karimabad is an ancient crossroads in times gone by for conquerors and explorers, merchants and artisans – this is the heart of the Silk Road.

The cobble-stone town is dominated by the 13th century Baltit Fort, solid and immovable despite the frozen winter winds that howl from the north and the mountain gods who cause the earth to shake and stir as earthquakes rock the land.

Today, the land is still, Baltit Fort stands strong, a silent sentinel watching over the mountains.

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Baltit Fort, Hunza Valley in Pakistan

There are only two backpackers in all of Pakistan, or that is how it seems; myself and my French friend, Arthur; a slightly crazy ex-military lad filled with a youthful exuberance, we had first met whilst trekking in Colombia to the legendary lost city.

We sit chatting to Rehman, our guide and a new friend as we depart the small town and head deeper into the mountains.

Rehman is tall, well over six foot and just a little bit shy. He lives in a small village called Gulkin, a place I had never heard of which he describes as “Very basic Sir, but we have one of the best views in all of Pakistan”.

This is the first time Rehman has met a backpacker in over a year. He used to work in Pakistan’s tourism industry and speaks good English but tourism in Pakistan was hit hard in 9/11, a fateful day which shook many countries.

Just as tourism in Pakistan had started to improve, the country was hit again.

In 2014, a Taliban insurgent group killed nine foreign climbers and one Pakistani guide at Nanga Parbat, an incredible mountain which I had visited just a week before meeting Rehman.

The resulting backlash in the media had bought tourism in Pakistan to its knees and many had lost jobs.

Rehman, scrabbling to find a job to provide for his young family had journeyed to China and, with a couple of Pakistani friends, opened up a small restaurant close to the border.

We had chatted up on Facebook and, hearing I was in the area, Rehman had raced down from China especially to show me around.

I looked out the window as we chatted, the mountains marching into the horizon…

Tourism in Pakistan, Baltit fort

View from Baltit fort, Cherry blossoms and stunning peaks

Once, The Hunza Valley was a place frequented by many tourists in Pakistan, the halfway point for the ancient silk road leading from China to Europe, this is a place where time stands still and traditions remain strong.

Small towns and snapshots of rural life whizz past the window as our driver tackles sharp curves at jolting speeds.

An old man leading a young donkey, laden high with supplies.

A youth with an impossibly perfect hairstyle, talking excitedly into his phone.

Psychedelic trucks, bells tinkling and paint jobs swirling, chugging up the road.

A drive in Pakistan is never a dull affair…

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Street life in the mountains

I jump out of the minibus and, shouldering my pack, follow Rehman away from the road and up into the hills, the scent of rosemary and other herbs, wild marijuana and the crisp mountain air mingling in my nostrils and refreshing me instantly.

We trek past rows of apricot trees, passing a diminutive man hunched over with age as if the very mountains themselves were pressing down upon him. He stops, startled and then smiling. Moving towards me, he shakes my hand and invites me into his home for a cup of chai.

Slowly but surely we make our way closer to Rehman’s village, passing a small gurgling river, an abandoned watermill, and a few more of Rehman’s neighbours.

Everybody who meets us smiles shyly and then, as is slightly unsure of what to do, invites us in for chai.

Unfortunately, there isn’t time for chai with everybody but, after three cups nonetheless, we arrive at Rehman’s house and I am instantly attacked by his wonderfully boisterous kids who want to use me as a  climbing frame.

I dump my pack and follow Rehman into his house, a striking woman in a cardigan rushes to meet me, insisting I take the prime spot by the fire whilst she starts to make chai.

From the corner of the room, an older lady, Rehman’s mother in law, proudly sporting a painted conical hat, watches us from beneath a heavy blanket, the first cold of the night beginning to creep in as the last rays of the sun disappeared.

Content that me and Artur are conformable and have plenty of chai, Rehman’s wife introduced herself as Sitara and, in perfect English, asked us questions about our journey, our feelings on Pakistan, our travels around the world.

The night lengthened as plate after plate of food was produced by Sitara, a skilled cook and font of information on life in Northern Pakistan.

One of Rehman’s friends arrived, with an instrument similar to a sitar except this had been crafted by hand using a lump of rough wood and a gasoline can; the music was hauntingly beautiful

Tourism in Pakistan, Pakistanis playing handmade instrument

A friend of Rehman’s playing his handmade Setar

The generator was not working and we had no electricity so Rehman set out candles which cast flickering patterns across the room.

I played with the kids; rock, paper, scissors at first and then a Hunza counting game which I did not understand but which involved me and Arthur being jumped on a lot.

Tired of these games, we then taught the five children crowding us a new game; slapsies…

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Rehman’s awesome family

Rehman approached me and rescued me from a small mound of children, bringing out his most prized possession; photos from his adventures in the mountains.

Ice axes, Germans, Glaciers…. Each of the creased and aged photos, carefully preserved in a binder of plastic wallets, told a story.

Tourism in Pakistan, Pakistani kids

A mountain of priceless photographs

Rehman pointed out his father, a world-renowned mountain climber who had helped dozens of European explorers conquer the peaks of Northern Pakistan, back in the day’s when tourism in Pakistan was booming.

Once upon a time, this promised land of jagged peaks and perfect lakes had been one of the world’s most popular climbing destinations; this is still true, in the summer groups of hard-core climbers make the pilgrimage here and tourism in Pakistan is slowly recovering, in the winter, however; it is dead.

Tourism in Pakistan during winter

Nanga Parbat and the stunning views from the Fairy Meadows

Seeing we were tired, Rehman showed us to a guest room and provided me with half a dozen blankets, I zipped into my sleeping bag, dived under the mound of blankets and drifted off to dreams of adventure.

Tourism in Pakistan, Story of a Pakistani family

My Pakistani grandmother

Rehman took to the slope, marching forwards with confident, calculated strides as the scree slipped and slid like a living thing, a mountain serpent ready at any moment to fling a careless soul to their demise.

I looked behind me once more, the quaint calmness of Rehman’s home still just about visible; the promise of warm food and endless chai pulled me back momentarily before I turned, committing to adventure (oh the challenges I must overcome!), and following Rehman.

I stepped out, using the handle of my ice-axe to dig into the ground and stepping forwards, an abyss of jagged rocks and fatal tumbles stretching out to my right.

Ahead, the glacier seemed to sense our presence, groaning gently in the midday sun, the clouds swirling about the mountains in an ethereal haze.

Tourism in Pakistan, Batura Glacier

Climbing Batura Glacier

We had crossed a jagged and tarnished cliff of black ice and cold stone to reach this place and, up ahead, I could make out a ridge of crushed rock, a moraine marking the edge of the glaciers territory.

I slipped and slid down the side of the mountain, following Rehman as he jumped nimbly from rock to boulder to loose gravel; the man was like a god-damn mountain goat. I was not quite so nimble and struggled to keep up but he urged me on, expertly picking out the best route across the rough terrain.

When I next looked away from my feet I had hit solid ground and, just a couple of hundred meters away, I could make out a rough building of stone and wood.

A shepherd’s hut in the mountains; no electricity, no running water, no worries…

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A striking view from the Shepherd’s hut

This is what I had come for.

We part ways, Rehman and Arthur trekking further up the valley whilst I pause for a cheeky smoke. The clouds dance over the mountains, I sit upon a boulder, surrounded by a soft breeze and the warming rays of the sun. The glacier creaks and moans, snaking down from between two colossal mountains, their peaks scraping the sky, in a blinding display of dazzling white.

The shepherds hut, a pair of Ibex horns proudly displayed above the front door, is owned by a friend of Rehman’s and we all spend the night, soaking in the night skies, smoking, passing a bottle of coca cola around, chatting, joking, eating.

The cold of the night creeps further into the hut but we periodically feed the fire to keep it at bay, it’s kind of like a game; ‘keep the fire alive or freeze to death’.

I awake the next day with a well-deserved headache and, blinking, emerge to sit atop my rock once more.

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An adventurer’s breakfast of dried apricots and home-baked bread in the mountains of Hunza

The views are simply stunning. Snow-capped peaks peeking from behind veils of dancing mist, the first rays of sunlight falling across the patchwork quilt of greens that cover the fertile lands in the distance.

I am surrounded by giants, huge rocky faces, carved with lines, watching me as they join the mountains in a frozen embrace… It occurs to me that I might be slightly mad but then again; this landscape is nuts.

Shattered piles of ice and Tolkien-esque rock formations cast in shadow, a dozen eagles floating upon the wind, an Ibex, perhaps, in the distance, his horns curled tightly to the wind.

The jagged teeth of the mountains smile at me and silver alluvial sands swirl around my feet, caught upon the breeze.

Tourism in Pakistan, Batura Lake and Glacier

I soak it in.

This is Pakistan, it is filled with wonderful, generous and kind people. It is home to some of the world’s mightiest peaks, it’s clearest lakes, it’s brightest glaciers…

This is real adventure, and this is why I am here.

Tourism in Pakistan, Bridge to Batura Glacier

Tourism in Pakistan

Tourism in Pakistan is making a slow comeback, this is an incredible country with a warm and generous people and I strongly recommend that those visiting Hunza get in touch with Rehman.

I spent a wonderful five days hiking across glaciers, camping under the stars, hanging out with his family and getting to grips with the realities of a more relaxed pace of life.

Rehman is a skilled guide and knows all of the best places in the Hunza valley.

If you choose to visit they will make you feel incredibly welcome and will provide you with food, a place to sleep, and take you on adventures. They will not ask for money but please, if visiting, make a donation of at least $15 – $20 per day per person. if you want to go on a real adventure; Rehman is your man! The best way to contact him is over Facebook, tell him you found him through The Broke Backpacker and please only get in touch with him if you can definitely meet up – Do not waste my friend’s time. You can also reach him over Whatsapp at +92 3555120343 – please note that where Rehman lives there is not reliable coverage so I recommend contacting him on both Facebook and Whatsapp.

Tourism in Pakistan, Batura Glacier

Rehman and Artuc, my French amigo, exploring Batura glacier

This is a genuine, word of mouth, recommendation and I hope that, in some small way, it helps to grow tourism in Pakistan.

Pakistan is a country which I am truly passionate about, this is a land I shall shortly be returning to and a place where I hope to, eventually, lead adventure backpacking tours – watch this space!

For more info on Pakistan, be sure to check out my Backpacking Pakistan travel guide

Still not convinced? Read up on ten reasons you should travel to Pakistan

If you’re travelling to Pakistan on a solo trip and want to meet up with other backpackers heading that way, or are keen to pick the brains of myself and other Pakistan backpacking veterans – join this Facebook Group: Backpacking Pakistan and feel free to fire away with questions!

UPDATE: I returned to Pakistan in August 2016 with my Iranian girlfriend, Nina. We travelled up to Hunza and met up with Rehman again – once more, staying with Rehman was the highlight of my trip. We are now running adventure backpacking tours to Pakistan in 2017 and will, of course, be stopping by to visit Rehman. If you fancy supporting tourism in Pakistan and would like to travel in Pakistan by motorcycle, please get in touch with my friend Shah.

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7 Comments

  • Really enjoyed following your journey. I dream of exploring Pakistan and its good to see that tourism in Pakistan is picking up, albeit slowly. The truth is, you’re probably safer exploring Pakistan, than visiting northern Europe these days.

  • Umair says:

    Enjoying your stories of Pakistan. If you or other fellow travelers plan to visit Karachi during their trip to Pakistan, I would love to host you guys. You can find me on facebook: /umair.shahid

  • Megan says:

    Loving reading your Pakistan stories. I’m headed there in about 10 days and cannot wait to finally experience it for myself. 🙂

  • Visit Bhutan says:

    I like Pakistan stories a lot. I enjoyed reading it

  • Aijaz says:

    Hope is on the way, Tourism is picking up. Couch surfing and back Packers r available but not in classical sense
    Enjoying your stories of Pakistan. If you or other fellow travelers plan to visit Karachi during their trip to Pakistan, I would love to host you guys. You can find me on facebook:
    aijsiddiqi@yahoo.com

  • Yasmin says:

    Wow, what a beautiful piece about Pakistan. You’ve given Pakistan and its people the credit they deserve 🙂 I am a Pakistani living in England and found this through pinterest while looking for exciting things to do next time I’m there. Thanks.

  • Imran says:

    Loved every bit of the adventure tales you have told. When are you travelling again to Hunza. Can’t wait to bump into you in the streets of Hunza.

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