Another weekend rolls in and all you really want is to wind down with that book that's been gathering dust on the shelf for ages but family, rather Nature has other plans for you. By sun down you find yourself swerving up a rocky ride with a bunch of cousins, music playing, the chilly breeze and view from the rocks dizzying you out. The hut your'e gonna house for a day has dead electric heaters, talk about zero insulation and the medieval looking dish tv has some cheesy Indian channel playing on it. Elaborate dinner.
Murree was refreshing as always. Driving up in the hills, looking down as the roads disappear, the dusky chills, traversing the sharp bends and just losing yourself in idle conversations.
W and I talked all things from sufism to rock bands to operas to philosophy, while the other guys smoked away, taking goofy pictures and talking guy talk. Went up the Mall Road, infamous for attracting hordes of random crowd. The same old handicraft and jewellery shops I'd been to as a child, haggling over sky high prices from shop vendors that mint on foreigh tourist currency. Narrow shacks for shops and a thrilled clientele of all things from chai to traditional wear.
Driving to PC Bhurban for post dinner coffee to find entry closed past 11 pm.
It provided a much needed retreat in a bizzare way, the best part was the laid back conversations in the frigid hut and the manouvering jeep. All you really crave for in all places is sound conversation and talking music to go with great food. The landscape's in the backdrop.
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