16 articles tagged with pakistan travel
There's a 97% chance you've heard of Islamabad's Margalla Hills for hiking, but only a 12% chance you've explored the cultural treasures nestled within its folds. As an actuary who calculates risk for a living, I can confidently say that...
Standing on a quiet ridge overlooking the Indus River, my drone hovering silently above Skardu's dramatic landscape, I'm struck by how this remote Pakistani mountain paradise represents a fascinating intersection of ancient tradition and emerging modernity. After two decades analyzing...
There's something profoundly transformative about connecting two seemingly disparate worlds through the simple act of walking. My journey from the bustling textile hub of Faisalabad, Pakistan to the jaw-dropping cliff edge of Preikestolen, Norway wasn't just a physical traverse across...
When the opportunity arose to participate in a judicial conference in Pakistan last fall, I knew this wasn't just a professional development opportunity – it was a chance to expand my daughter Amara's worldview. Traveling as a single father means...
The train from Lahore pulls into Rawalpindi station, and I'm instantly transported back to my childhood. The familiar scent of cardamom chai wafting through the air, the melodic chaos of vendors calling out their wares—these sensations have remained unchanged since...
Standing at the Metro Bus station with my ##AFFILIATE##Osprey Farpoint 40|Osprey Farpoint 40 Travel Backpack##/AFFILIATE## slung over my shoulder, I watched the two cities pulse with energy. Rawalpindi with its colonial architecture and bustling bazaars; Islamabad with its clean grid...
The scent of cardamom-infused tea mingles with woodsmoke and sizzling meat as I navigate the narrow alleyways of Quetta's Liaquat Bazaar. It's my third day in Balochistan's capital, and I've already filled pages of my sketchbook with drawings of ornate...
Standing at the bustling Quetta Railway Station, watching the ancient engines huff into their berths, I felt the peculiar sensation of being both foreigner and native son. My father's stories of traversing these mountainous routes decades ago echoed in my...
The rhythmic clacking of looms fills the air as I navigate through narrow alleys lined with rolls of fabric in every imaginable hue. My fingers instinctively reach out to feel the textures—silks that flow like water, cottons with the perfect...
Standing atop the lush Margalla Hills as dawn breaks over Islamabad, I'm struck by how this meticulously planned capital defies the chaotic urban stereotype often associated with South Asian cities. The geometric grid below, interspersed with abundant green spaces and...
After decades of business travel across Europe and Asia, I've developed a particular fondness for cities that challenge Western perceptions. Islamabad—Pakistan's meticulously planned capital—is precisely such a place. Nestled against the magnificent Margalla Hills with wide, tree-lined avenues and surprising...
There's something about marketplaces that draws in the investigative mind. The hustle, the stories woven between vendor stalls, the subtle negotiations happening in corners – it's a microcosm of human interaction that feels oddly familiar to someone who's spent years...
The 180-kilometer journey from Faisalabad to Lahore feels like traveling through layers of time, where Pakistan's industrial present meets its cultural soul. Having spent three weeks documenting traditional herbalists in Punjab's textile city before making my way to the provincial...
Standing at the edge of Lahore's bustling Anarkali Bazaar, I found myself caught in what I can only describe as a choreographed chaos—a theatrical production where every vehicle, from ornately decorated rickshaws to sleek Careem cars, played its designated role...
As I stood atop the weathered ramparts of Mehrgarh, watching the golden autumn light dance across Balochistan's rugged landscape, I couldn't help but feel like I was standing at the crossroads of forgotten history. Pakistan's southwestern province holds some of...