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Gobbing like mad

How nice! Fortasec has worked well, but also these landscapes. If Karakorum High way is breathtaking, this valley far away from cars, is amazing. Full of pine trees and snowy mountains.

I have crossed two ghost villages, stopped for a coffee and enjoyed the views from the best Hotel ever. Malika Parbat (the Queen of the mountains), 5129 m, a mountain with the beauty and arrogance of a woman.
I come across some people at a bar down the road, they finally charged me for chapati (some bread). I pay them and they give me the money back. After every curve I find a new mountain, breathtaking. Workers working on the road to save the road swallowed by rivers. They aske me to stop and tell them about my trip. They earn less than 3 euros a day. It is a pleasure to talk to them.
They are very well mannered, difficult to find here. If gobbing was an Olympic sport, they would win the gold medal. They gob on the floor like mad, for no reason and on purpose. It is so unpleasant!. Then you can see part of that gob not reaching the floor but hanging from their mouths, incredible!. Pakistan is the country where I have found the deepest love towards saliva. I have reached Naran. A beautiful village but for the many hotels built for no reason but tourism. Now more than 90% of them are closed. High season lasts only three months. The mountains surroundingg Naran witness the rubbish and isolation down the valley. It is very cold up here. The loud speakers call locals to pray but they do not work without power. They are called only twice a day, then power is cut off.
The great unknown still, Pakistan woman. After three weeks in this country I have not talkedd or even CROSSED MY EYES with one of them. Not a good country to flirt. This is great for the locals. The richest ones have two or three women. Each of them 5 or 6 kids, they sleep warm! I still trust just my feather sleeping bag.
Without toilet paper this time, Peace and Well Being, the biciclown.