There was spring, and then there was spring in Hunza 🌸💕 .
Thinking more and more deeply about my time in Pakistan, I realise I must have come for a reason. Everything that happened there - and a lot happened behind the scenes was amazing
Pakistan’s Hunza Valley has been one of the most welcoming places I’ve ever visited. ✌️ Before coming here, I’d heard a little about local hospitality and the pride that people take in being welcoming to guests. I had still underestimated it all. During my time here, I’ve been invited for tea more times than I can count; guided by strangers when I didn’t know the way; I’ve shaken hands with so many incredible women; been offered gas heaters just for myself when it got very cold; eaten incredible food courtesy of locals; been smiled at by so many children. I’ve been showered with respect, interest and hospitality. I still marvel at all of this, because it isn’t a well-known fact in the West. Before my trip, friends and relatives questioned why I’d want to come here - isn’t it risky? Aren’t people here untrustworthy? Are you putting yourself in danger? It makes me happy that I can answer all those questions with a resounding “no”. Hunza is a moving, welcoming place, with so many kind people and so much natural beauty. And hospitality seems to be a high value here. I just hope it doesn’t vanish as the tourism here gradually increases. Hunza: stay as you are. Don’t change 🙏
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