13/07/2020
District Gilgit-Baltistan
-The dead fox
We walk front and back for the path is too short, we keep our senses keen, for death was walking beside us, we stay quiet for the silence was enough, we dont laugh for there is no room for error, all we had that kept us going was that one thing which we couldn’t resist, one thing that kept us going, one thing that was keeping us alive...a goddamn cup of hot chai...Going down, there were different rush of emotions, one second scared of falling to your death the other wanting to reach the river to make yourself 'one cup of garma garm chai'. A 400m trail took 30 mins to finally come to an end. We were relieved after reaching the bottom to set up a camp on an empty beach with the cold Hunza river passing right beneath our feet. Trembling, our ears cold, our eyes pinched tight due to the harsh wind, our hands white as ice in the cold middle june you heard that right JUNE, setting up the camp was easy the harder part was finding the wood after a cold rainy day. The fire wasnt in our favour that day but we made enough to boil the water to the point where we could just barely make chai for two people. The best part was the view that went on for miles and miles of never ending snow capped moutains. The trip came to an end when we lost our way back to civilization and while we were lost we found a fox bleeding to a slow death, we did what we could to help but it wasnt enough. The cycle of life continued and we finally found our way back.
Indeed It was a good trip for us but a bad one for the dying fox.
# @ Hunza Valley
