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September 23, 2011 at 12.42pm PKT
We were already late because I and Adeel had been roaming around the fort and then talking with the manager of the lodge. All that time, three others had been waiting impatiently near our hired car. According to them, when finally we reached them, we had wasted a lot of time and that we must be responsible, if we cannot make across the curfew. The curfew, as I was to know later, is in place every evening at Lowari tunnel due to Taliban. And I knew that we would be racing against time and military wallahs. I also knew that there would be no photography at or around Lowari tunnel, a project imitated by General Musharraf to ease the traffic flow in that strategically important area. Hence, we moved away and reached this beautiful place. Everyone, including Zahid bhai, who'd be dripping with anger, jumped out of the station wagon to shoot this stunning landscape.
One of the most beautiful valleys of Pakistan, Ayun valley is the gateway to the famous Kalash Kafir villages. I was lucky to have shaded clouds, which provided me with a classic landscape shot.
Showing posts with label Chitral district. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chitral district. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
College students, Chitral district, Pakistan
Another photograph taken from a moving vehicle. So Zahid bhai advised me to increase shutter speed over 500/s and take a horizontal shot rather than an angled one. This helped as our Toyota was moving at over 80 KM / Hour speed.
Places in Pakistan: Chitral district, Pakistan
September 23, 2011 at 7.25am PKT
Most of the photographs were taken while on the run. We were suddenly short of time. Zahid bhai wanted to rejoin his office; Danial wanted to reach Karachi on time so that he may get his onward flight to Mauritius - after two days. Adeel Ather wanted to join his children as soon as possible. We two were in no hurry. But majority wins. The exception to the rule was this landscape which everyone wanted to shoot. So we jumped out and got the frame. But the large shadow over the river partly ruins the very charm of the place. Nevertheless, the place was breathtaking.
Most of the photographs were taken while on the run. We were suddenly short of time. Zahid bhai wanted to rejoin his office; Danial wanted to reach Karachi on time so that he may get his onward flight to Mauritius - after two days. Adeel Ather wanted to join his children as soon as possible. We two were in no hurry. But majority wins. The exception to the rule was this landscape which everyone wanted to shoot. So we jumped out and got the frame. But the large shadow over the river partly ruins the very charm of the place. Nevertheless, the place was breathtaking.
Places in Pakistan: En-route to Mastuj, Pakistan
Date: 21 Sep, 2011.
Time: 5.13pm PKT
You can imagine our condition while looking at this photograph of my sleepy, tired friend, Adeel. We both were more tired than the other three for we had walked over 5 Km earlier in the day. Other three had spent most of their time in or around their room, fretting about the NATCO bus. And they had missed truly wonderful photographs. They would regret it when I showed them the day's results.
I cannot remember the name of this place but the name of the restaurant was Shandur and it was our pit stop on our way to Mastuj, now very near. At dusk we reached Mastuj and it was dark and cold. And there was a cheap hotel to stay at. But one kind stranger offered us his home and food for a night.
I always wonder about the incredible hospitality of Pakistanis of rural areas. We urbanites may never imagine such levels of kindness extended to complete strangers. But here we were in his house, munching away at brilliant pears and apples and gulping down kehwa.
Time: 5.13pm PKT
You can imagine our condition while looking at this photograph of my sleepy, tired friend, Adeel. We both were more tired than the other three for we had walked over 5 Km earlier in the day. Other three had spent most of their time in or around their room, fretting about the NATCO bus. And they had missed truly wonderful photographs. They would regret it when I showed them the day's results.
I cannot remember the name of this place but the name of the restaurant was Shandur and it was our pit stop on our way to Mastuj, now very near. At dusk we reached Mastuj and it was dark and cold. And there was a cheap hotel to stay at. But one kind stranger offered us his home and food for a night.
I always wonder about the incredible hospitality of Pakistanis of rural areas. We urbanites may never imagine such levels of kindness extended to complete strangers. But here we were in his house, munching away at brilliant pears and apples and gulping down kehwa.
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