Do you think you are a good travelogues writer? Do you want to share your travel stories with the rest of the world? Pakistan Explorer invites you to share your stories on our Travelogues section and get a chance to be published, reaching out to the rest of the world through our platform.
In these times of Video logging when the social media is brimming with video content all over the world, some may argue that storytelling and essay writing is dead. On the contrary, in this age of connectivity and hi-speed internet, demand for good write-ups, good travel stories and travelogues has increased far more than what is commonly anticipated.
In the genre of Travelogues, there seems to be an ever increasing demand for quality content where the write-ups effectively objectify the serenity and beauty of the destination in subject.
Pakistan Explorer has long been an advocate of essay writing, travel stories and travelogues and has now dedicated a separate slot for emerging and aspiring writers from all over the world. We invite you to share your travel stories with the rest of the world utilizing our very own platform.
These travelogues will be published under the writers’ name along with a thumbnail photograph and a short profile of achievements, qualifications and accomplishments. These, however, will be subject to scrutiny from the Pakistan Explorer Editorial section ensuring quality of the write-ups and plagiarism. For details and submissions write to us at info@pakistan-explorer.com.
It was the 4th of July. Dawn was about to knock at the grey horizons of a mercurial Islamabad when the journey began. Carrying a starless sky above our heads, a deserted Srinagar Highway down our feet, a nocturnal bliss in our eyes and a familiar silence hung among the stranger souls, our coaster was heading towards the North of Pakistan.
It was midnight, when my roommate, restless with his insomnia, woke me up from my amusing dream, and asked me eagerly to pick up the things I want for my journey. I asked him, in my drowsy voice where are we going to which he answered, Hunza.
For several years, I’ve been yearning to visit the splendid and magical Fairy Meadows. My longing was not only due to the stories I’ve heard about the mystical place, but I wanted to travel and witness the splendor with my own eyes. Finally it happened, when I managed to convince few of my coworkers. However, it was during my travel, I saw how truly painstaking it was; for not everyone wanted to see or feel how I intended to.
It had taken us 4 hours to reach the hamlet. The height of the place soon started to affect our system as lack of oxygen was more than evident. I felt butterflies in my stomach. A constant nausea lingered throughout and the head remained heavy. Lighters had already given up working and matches were the only source of making fire.
As part of the plan to camp at Lulusar, I unloaded my bag at one of the places closer to the lake and waited for the tourists to disappear. Gradually as the crowd started thinning out, I spotted a place and started assembling the camp.
The next morning I woke up at 6.30 am, stayed put for a while in order to give my limbs more warmth and relaxation as the warming sun has created a sort of greenhouse effect inside the tent.
The Kaghan valley as we know of it may not stand shoulder to shoulder to the beauty and grandeur of Skardu and Gilgit, but its lakes and pastures that still remain hidden from the eye of the camera, are no less than a heaven on earth.
Fairy Meadows and Nanga Parbat Base Camp have already been on my travelling map for quite some time, but to gather up enough time and finances had been a pressing issue lately. So in order to make it happen, I decided to attempt something mind boggling, little realizing the disastrous implications of this mind less attempt.
“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” Graham Greene
IIn to the land of hospitality, love and adventure !