My journey to Karomber Lake, the jewel in Broghil's crown

As the blue waters of Karomber Lake bathe in the sun's golden rays, I immerse myself in its warmth.
Updated Dec 11, 2019 11:09am


“My Love!
I am the receding sunshine on the mountains,
the running wind on the lake,
the fading chant of the shepherd.
I’m the story that's over
Don’t call me or recall me for I’m gone now once and for all.”

(Translated from a Wakhi song)


As the blue waters of the Karomber Lake bathe in the golden rays of a late September afternoon, I immerse myself in its warmth. Laying almost half-dead on a bed of wildflowers, I feel emptiness and fulfillment simultaneously.

Sealing the summer and ushering the autumn, September for me is a miraculous month, a doorway to a season that awakens my soul, letting me know that a time of cold mornings and chilly evenings is now around the corner.

My porter, Saifullah, whispers in my ear: "Sahab, chai (tea) got cold once again. A cup of tea will soothe your fatigued body. Let me fix you some tea up once more." I respond in a muffled nod.

A view of the edge of Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
A view of the edge of Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

The sun blazes liberally on this bank and my eyes steal the eternal dance of sunshine on the lake's deep waters, reflecting thousands of colours. I get up as I can no longer resist the beauty that's spread out everywhere. And well, although my gaze does not return from the endless waters outstretched everywhere, my tea does.

Bank of Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Bank of Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

Edge of Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Edge of Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

Starry night over Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Starry night over Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

Aerial view of Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Aerial view of Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

My journey to this majestic lake has by no means been an easy one. By the time the car I am travelling in enters the Lowari tunnel, Pakistan's longest tunnel, the night has sunk back in and the horizon is glazing with hues of dawn. This tunnel connects the districts of Dir and Chitral to each other, and in the case of Chitral's residents, it's also the key way to connect them to the rest of the country.

A view of the valley in which lies the Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
A view of the valley in which lies the Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

Life used to stand still in this region during the winters. All links into and out of here would remain closed for several months and the only route left to transport edibles was via Afghanistan. Former prime minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto had announced that the tunnel would be constructed but the project went nowhere for three decades. Finally, it was Pervez Musharraf who took it up to finally start the project to construct the Lowari tunnel.

The vehicle runs through the tunnel and dawn welcomes me the moment I emerge from it. Mountains are bathing in sunlight by the time we reach Darosh.

The sun covers almost half of the valley, illuminating the mountains and leaving the other half in darkness. A blue-eyed young lad knocks on the window of the vehicle as we break off in Darosh market and asks: “Sahab! chai?”

Another view from above. — *Photo by author*
Another view from above. — Photo by author

Milky-way near the lake. — *Photo by author*
Milky-way near the lake. — Photo by author

Bank of Karomber lake. —  *Photo by author*
Bank of Karomber lake. — Photo by author

I go past Darosh and now I'm travelling onward along the Chitral River. Gazing at the freshly sunbathed snowy peaks of Tirich Mir, I finally enter Chitral town.

Karomber Lake from above. — *Photo by author*
Karomber Lake from above. — Photo by author

As roads begin bustling with people, this slumbering kingdom turns into a hip and happening city. Youths of all ages running to their schools and colleges, careful not to miss their first lecture of the day. What a memorable time in one's life which we live half-heartedly only to plunge into an age of never-ending responsibilities. Lost in the memories of childhood, I turn the car towards the town's Shahi Mosque.

The former ruler of Chitral, locally known as Mehtar, Shujaul Mulk had the mosque constructed on architectural lines similar to Peshawar's Sunehri Mosque. I bow in submission instantaneously and the touch of the cold marble soothes my soul. I stay in submission for several moments. In total surrender, I come to a perfect stillness, one with my surroundings.

Shahi Masjid Chitral. — *Photo by author*
Shahi Masjid Chitral. — Photo by author

View of Shahi Masjid and its surroundings. — *Photo by author*
View of Shahi Masjid and its surroundings. — Photo by author

Lying in the heart of the mountainous range of Hindukush, Chitral is a rare amalgamation of stillness and movement; of vastness and congestion, and its highest peak, the Tirich Mir, begins to beguile you the moment you venture into its grand territory.

Another feather in the cap of this region is its declaration of accession to Pakistan in 1947.

During the British Raj, this area was included under district Ghizer in Gilgit-Baltistan, with an appointed political agent. With a population of nearly 500,000, district Chitral contains seven tehsils or subdistricts. Broghil Pass, Darkot Pass, and Chambar Kun are some of its famous passes, whereas, Shandoor, Broghil, Yarkhun, Chan Tar, and Qazeda are some of its key valleys. Arkari, Laspor and Tourkho are some of the significant glaciers here, whereas Laspor, Molkho, Lutkaho, are all rivers of this area that get together and connect in the Chitral River.

Chitral town. — *Photo by author*
Chitral town. — Photo by author

Sunset over a lake. — *Photo by author*
Sunset over a lake. — Photo by author

Grasslands on the way. — *Photo by author*
Grasslands on the way. — Photo by author

In its east lie Gilgit, Swat, and Yasin, and in its west lie Badakhshan, China and Russia. Whereas the Lowari tunnel and Dir are located in its south.

Bank of the Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Bank of the Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

Now at a local eatery near Chitral's main bus stop, I consume a cup of tea and take on a dose of vitamin D from the shining sun. My next destination, some 250 kilometres away, is the Broghil Valley that borders Afghanistan's Wakhan province and I start looking for a vehicle that can take me there.

Several exhausting hours later, I hear the honk of a jeep on which I board and this vehicle runs on the road to Shandoor Pass to meet its first destination Mastuj.

From that point, a stony road turns to Yarkhun and Broghil Valley, leaving the Shandoor Pass behind.

Life in Broghil Valley. — *Photo by author*
Life in Broghil Valley. — Photo by author

A view of Broghil Valley. — *Photo by author*
A view of Broghil Valley. — Photo by author

Meadows of Broghil Valley. — *Photo by author*
Meadows of Broghil Valley. — Photo by author

Life in Broghil. — *Photo by author*
Life in Broghil. — Photo by author

Sixteen long hours are to be lost in this hide and seek that I’m all set to play. The man driving my jeep is the native of a village in the Yarkhun Valley. As we near Mastuj, the sun ultimately sets but its warmth still haunts me as we travel onward.

The journey requires exposing oneself to a certain level of vulnerability, and that I’m up to — in some ways, completely vulnerable and at the mercy of the man driving me to my destination.

As we move along, I see a board inscribed with the name Mastuj, and to my surprise, the driver turns towards Mastuj market instead of the stony road that leads directly to Broghil Valley. I protest the detour but can't help but surrender when he says, “boss let’s have a short tea break here”.

The jeep's driver also seems to have learned other words in the English language, the result of regular interaction with foreign travellers. He misses no chance to reflect his knowledge of the language, and it's not always appropriate but I just smile away. Before boarding back on the vehicle, he purchases lots of candies and lollipops from a tuck shop.

Usually long drives and music go hand and hand, and as the jeep starts, the driver puts on some music, with a vocalist who goes by the moniker safeer-i-dard (ambassador of pain) singing from the work of a Chitrali poet Shorash Bangash. Though I'm not sure this really works for me and as we drive on, with the jeep running on a stream of stones and boulders, the vocals end up making the ambiance of a difficult journey aggravating as opposed to enchanting.

Yarkhun River. — *Photo by author*
Yarkhun River. — Photo by author

The tossing and swerving of the vehicle tells me something about the deep animosity between my driver and the rocks, and it seems he drives to shatter them into a thousand fragments. Alongside this rocky road, the Yarkhun River flows steadily with the sun out in its full might.

Village life. — *Photo by author*
Village life. — Photo by author

Daily life. — *Photo by author*
Daily life. — Photo by author

My neck and back start aching badly with the constant shaking of the jeep but the continuous pain my poor ears have been bearing since long is indescribable. Unaware of how averse I was to the music he was playing, my driver seems to be enjoying the journey and pauses now and then to meet a passerby and offer them a candy. When the short and long meetings do not stop, I break my silence. To my surprise, he has no reason to be doing this other than compassion.

Grasslands on the way. — *Photo by author*
Grasslands on the way. — Photo by author

I try to come to terms with the limitations as we move ahead but the songs on play still annoy me. As for the driver, he has his reasons, the most important one that it keeps him awake.

Long exposure near a lake. — *Photo by author*
Long exposure near a lake. — Photo by author

The play of light and shadow on the trek. — *Photo by author*
The play of light and shadow on the trek. — Photo by author

Another lake on the way. — *Photo by author*
Another lake on the way. — Photo by author

Crossing nooks and crannies of various villages, we move forward and thankfully the heat is not all that bad as we go uphill. As the driver stops the jeep again to greet somebody, a child comes near our vehicle and asks us to buy him a football. Not able to say no to the little boy, I board off to buy him a football from a nearby tuck shop. The gesture fills my heart with joy, a joy that I can also see on locals' faces as they wave us goodbye.

With this lovely memory to take along, we move back on track.

A lake near Lashkargaz. — *Photo by author*
A lake near Lashkargaz. — Photo by author

My generous driver offers me a candy though I politely decline for the sake of my throat, which has already eaten up enough dust. Evening sets and with it my back and neck pain becomes unbearable, as do the driver’s short and long meetings.

At last, I speak up. The driver realises my situation, but in less than 30 minutes, he breaks off by saying “let’s have a cup of tea.”

Watch dog. — *Photo by author*
Watch dog. — Photo by author

Reflections on a lake. — *Photo by author*
Reflections on a lake. — Photo by author

Night falls when we reach the Ankep rest house in Yarkhun and I finally get to sleep.

Next morning, we leave the Yarkhun Valley behind and are now moving onward. The weather gets pleasant as we reach the Garam Chashma Village. The blazing sun has no intention of going away in the afternoon but that's okay and I'm finally beginning to feel better.

In Darkot, I look at the snow bemusedly, and watch a giant glacier fall off the mountain and into the river bank. One can cross the Darkot Pass through the Chakar Village to reach Ishkoman Village of Gilgit-Baltistan's Ghizer district.

Chiantar Glacier and a glacial lake. — *Photo by author*
Chiantar Glacier and a glacial lake. — Photo by author

Passing this glacier is a unique experience. Moving ahead and viewing the mighty snows of Darkot, we end up at the Chitral Scouts check post. The driver mentions the purpose of the tour and we move forward after our entry is registered.

The Ashkervaz Village of Broghil Valley starts here. The borders of this valley meet Gilgit-Baltistan on one side and Afghanistan’s Wakhan corridor on the other. The Karomber Pass lies in the heart of the Broghil and Ishkoman valleys; in fact, it separates them, and the Karomber Lake is also in the area.

And it is this lake and its cerulean blue waters that made me leave home and come this far only to get a glimpse of it. Situated 4,300 metres above sea level, Karomber is Pakistan’s second and the world’s 31st highest naturally actively lake.

A lake on the way to Karomber from Laila Rabat. — *Photo by author*
A lake on the way to Karomber from Laila Rabat. — Photo by author

Apart from this vast lake, there are several small lakes in between the mountainous highland. But to reach them, you'll have to go a little off track. And as winter falls, some five to six feet of snow covers the whole area and all links to and from can suddenly disconnect. So before winter arrives, the locals move to Chitral to sell their only bread and butter, the Yak. By selling the Yak, they are able to purchase household items for the rest of the winter season.

Starry night over Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Starry night over Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

From Broghil to the valley of Gojal in upper Hunza, locals speak the Wakhi language. An oral language with no script, Wakhi is hard to learn and even harder to understand for outsiders.

Grasslands on the trek. — *Photo by author*
Grasslands on the trek. — Photo by author

Swiftly passing through Ashkervaz, we reach the Gharail Village — the jeep's last destination. From now on, I have to trek. Karomber Lake is still 24 kilometres away and my first stopover, the village of Lashkargaz, is two hours away. Once I'm there, I'll have to hire a porter.

Lashkargaz Village. — *Photo by author*
Lashkargaz Village. — Photo by author

A lake between Gharail and Lashkargaz. — Photo by author
A lake between Gharail and Lashkargaz. — Photo by author

Lashkargaz Village. — *Photo by author*
Lashkargaz Village. — Photo by author

A lake near Lashkargaz. — *Photo by author*
A lake near Lashkargaz. — Photo by author

Lakes in Lashkargaz Village. — *Photo by author*
Lakes in Lashkargaz Village. — Photo by author

The evening is about to set and carrying my rucksack and camera, I begin my trek. On parting, the driver gives me a lollipop and says, “Boss! Enjoy it at Karomber Lake. I’ll be waiting for you right here after four days. Slipping that farewell gift in my pocket, I start trekking uphill.

Soon after, I realise that only packs of Yaks are my travelling mates on these lonely roads. Most locals use horses or Yaks for travelling here, and very few of them have motorbikes to move freely on these slopes.

After having managed to cover a long distance, I barely see anybody on these far off planes. On a journey like this, people are seen occasionally if not rarely and being by one self is all that one needs. And while one can enjoy the lush landscape outstretched and visible wherever the sight goes, it is a little intimidating being alone in this vastness.

Start of trek from Gharail Village. — *Photo by author*
Start of trek from Gharail Village. — Photo by author

On the trek towards Lashkargaz. — *Photo by author*
On the trek towards Lashkargaz. — Photo by author

A pond on the way to Lashkargaz. — *Photo by author*
A pond on the way to Lashkargaz. — Photo by author

A view of the Lashkargaz Village. — *Photo by author*
A view of the Lashkargaz Village. — Photo by author

Trek from Lashkargaz to Laila Rabat. — *Photo by author*
Trek from Lashkargaz to Laila Rabat. — Photo by author

Seeing a few tamed horses and hearing the honks of Yaks, I pass meadow after meadow. I stop as I begin to near the Lashkargaz Village, seeing snow from the peaks melting and making small lakes here and there.

Azure waters of these lakes are a breathtaking sight and as I decide to spend some time on these still banks, night falls and I fall asleep.

A house between Lashkargaz and Laila Rabat. — *Photo by author*
A house between Lashkargaz and Laila Rabat. — Photo by author

A lonely house. — *Photo by author*
A lonely house. — Photo by author

Porter Saifullah on a horse near Lashkargaz. — *Photo by author*
Porter Saifullah on a horse near Lashkargaz. — Photo by author

As I wake up in the morning, the first chant I hear is; “Sahab tea is ready”. It’s Salman, the owner of the only hotel here.

Today, the Laila Rabat campsite, that lies at a distance of a seven-hour-long trek, is my next destination and a young man from Lashkargaz Village is my porter for the next few days. Twenty-one year old Saifullah studies in Islamabad and when the season comes, he moves here to escort tourists to Karomber Lake, and thus helps his family financially.

Life in Lashkargaz Village. — *Photo by author*
Life in Lashkargaz Village. — Photo by author

Sunset over wet grasslands. — *Photo by author*
Sunset over wet grasslands. — Photo by author

Yaks can be seen munching over the infinite pastures of Lashkargaz as locals cut the long grass to save for coming winters. Suddenly the grass turns its hues, and the wintry chill fills up the ambiance. But this time, besides yaks and horses, Saifullah is my companion in these deserted moors of the Hindukush.

After tiresome trekking for four hours, we stumble upon the small village of Shawar Shair, comprising 15 to 16 houses. Children of all ages start whirling around us in this hamlet, where a traveller’s presence becomes major news, and everybody is interested.

A view of the Shawar Shair Village. — *Photo by author*
A view of the Shawar Shair Village. — Photo by author

An older man offers me yogurt made from yak's milk along with a jug full of lassi. In this last human settlement, this is the height of hospitality.

As we get further from this village, absolute loneliness and a murky silence starts to prevail the atmosphere.

A family in Laila Rabat. — *Photo by author*
A family in Laila Rabat. — Photo by author

A house in Shawar Shair Village. — *Photo by author*
A house in Shawar Shair Village. — Photo by author

A lake near Lashkargaz. — *Photo by author*
A lake near Lashkargaz. — Photo by author

Shawar Shair Village. — *Photo by author*
Shawar Shair Village. — Photo by author

Village life in Shawar Shair in the valley of Broghil. — Photo by author
Village life in Shawar Shair in the valley of Broghil. — Photo by author

Lakes at the Shawar Shair campsite. — *Photo by author*
Lakes at the Shawar Shair campsite. — Photo by author

Lost in thoughts, I overlook the changing moods of the weather. Finally, as I look up, clouds have wrapped the sky and a chill air blows. It is as if somebody shook a magic wand and announced that winter is coming. Gashing against the wild winds, we don’t stop trekking. And that ferocious afternoon wind is the only and lonely vocalist in the whole moor.

Lakes near the Laila Rabat campsite. — *Photo by author*
Lakes near the Laila Rabat campsite. — Photo by author

Suddenly, it starts to drizzle and that's followed by a heavy rainstorm. The band of yaks stops and surrenders to nature, and shivering, I too surrender to the Almighty, murmuring “we offer our prayers only to You, and we seek refuge in You.” After an hour, the rainstorm fades away and by evening, we reach the Laila Rabat campsite.

Saifullah sets up the camp and tired, I move straight in and fall asleep. And all night, the sky cried and screamed.

Yak herds on the way. — *Photo by author*
Yak herds on the way. — Photo by author

A yak herd near the Laila Rabat campsite. — *Photo by author*
A yak herd near the Laila Rabat campsite. — Photo by author

Herd of yaks near the Laila Rabat campsite. — Photo by author
Herd of yaks near the Laila Rabat campsite. — Photo by author

Herd of yaks on the trek. — *Photo by author*
Herd of yaks on the trek. — Photo by author

Saifullah tries to wake me up the next morning with a bright sunny day waiting for me. Half-heartedly, I get up, and the moment I open the camp’s flap, the sight before me is majestic. Giant mountains sunbathing in golden gleams and grass nurtured by the rain. The perfect morning and a cup of tea rejuvenates me, instilling a new zeal to travel ahead.

My next and last destination is Karomber Lake which had kept me wandering.

Morning turns into the afternoon, then melts into evening and crimson hues of the sky turn a grayish black and it begins to rain again.

As I trek, Saifullah surpasses me and starts to set up the camp. Exhausted, I get straight into it. Lord Almighty must be laughing at me at this hour.

Not feeling well, with a bad headache, I even start to feel homesick owing to Saifullah's caring nature as he worries about my condition and fetches me some medicine. A good porter is a real blessing.

Aerial view of Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Aerial view of Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

A horse at Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
A horse at Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

A new day has begun and I wake up and come out of my tent, seeing the sun scattering its glitters all around and the majestic Karomber Lake right in front of me. Overwhelmed by the grandeur of this marvel of nature, I freeze at this mesmerising sight.

Spellbound, I remain still for a while. The chai soothes my aching throat, and the sight before me calms my nerves. The water seems still as I feel the whistling wind stopping and the grand snowy mountain around the lake reflecting in it.

Wildflowers at Karomber Lake. — *Photo by author*
Wildflowers at Karomber Lake. — Photo by author

At the verge of mad tranquility, Saifullah voice breaks this spell I'm under. He seems eager that I imprison this sight of this marvel in my camera.

"Sahab, you look better, won't you do some photography now?"

I respond with a joke and with camera in hand start descending to go closer to the lake. Behind me, Saifullah says: "Sahab I will get the tea ready on your arrival."

Sunset at a lake. — *Photo by author*
Sunset at a lake. — Photo by author

Have I become a part of this wild splendour, or have I been living here since forever; sipping on some tea I ask myself. Suddenly a strange chant intrudes the train of my random thoughts. I follow the echo only to find that sitting at a big rock near the lake, Saifullah is singing. His song makes me even more restless and I ask him what it means.

"My Love! I am the receding sunshine on the mountains, the running wind on the lake, the fading chant of the shepherd. I’m the story that's over. Don’t call me or recall me for I’m gone now once and for all."

As the deep waters of this lake change colours, a film of all the moments spent in search of this gem rolls-out in the backdrop of Saifullah's Wakhi song. All the lakes that have beguiled me in this journey come back to me in a vision, only to say goodbye. And the time has come. This magical world is all set to bid this nomad a farewell.

Departing is painful, even if one is going back home.

Sometimes we look for home all around and when we find one, the time comes to part with it. But that's life, with another memory made, and a new chapter written. I give the lake one last glance, that lasts only a few seconds. I'm afraid to look at it for long, not a jewel I can have, but the sight of it will always brighten my silent blues. Adding another memory, I turns back to the passage that brought me here. Paths don't go anywhere, even if we take one or we don't; they are there forever and I now take the one back to my hometown Lahore.

I can't help but recall what Munir Niazi said: "One doesn't fall in love when they are with the beloved; one only falls in love in separation. Love ignites only in separation."

Back home as I write, I take an imaginary flight to Broghil Valley, the land of Karomber Lake, which awaits another wanderer to discover her jewels. As I am to sink into its azure waters, my wife's voice brings me back: "I don't know what thought you are lost in, but your chai has turned cold twice."

And with Saifullah's song playing in my head, I think to myself: don't call me now, I have gone far away.

Translated by Sameeha Khaliq from the original in Urdu here.

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Santanu Bhaumik
Oct 28, 2019 01:30pm
Superb. I wish I will be able to go to this place someday.
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Shahpar Ali
Oct 28, 2019 01:54pm
Magnificent. Not only the place and pictures but how the writer has put his emotions at each turn into words is just brilliant. I can safely say the writer took me with him on the trip... turn by turn, step by step.
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shahzad
Oct 28, 2019 01:55pm
Awesome, next destination
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aK
Oct 28, 2019 01:58pm
Wow. That is just about everything my mind can come up with now.
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Sharjeel Khan
Oct 28, 2019 02:05pm
Subhan Allah! Mera Pakistan
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Dove
Oct 28, 2019 02:09pm
Simply beautiful!
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Muhammad Afzal Butt
Oct 28, 2019 02:15pm
Very nice pictures & outstanding photography. Thumbs Up !!!
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Muhammad Afzal Butt
Oct 28, 2019 02:17pm
Very nice pictures & outstanding photography. Thumps Up for you and for Dawn Newspaper!!!
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Jimmy
Oct 28, 2019 02:20pm
What an excellent bunch of pictures - very well taken - this article is forcing me to pick up my old camera which has been collecting dust for the last one year or so. Thank you for making my day :)
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Anas
Oct 28, 2019 02:39pm
Beautiful pictures, feel like going there.
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Taha
Oct 28, 2019 02:44pm
Wow incredible beauty of nature.
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Harry
Oct 28, 2019 02:56pm
Masterpiece
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Shahid
Oct 28, 2019 02:59pm
WOW ! Stunning Beauty .....
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Shehzad Malik
Oct 28, 2019 02:59pm
Amazing... Beauty at it's best.
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Muhammad Mohsin
Oct 28, 2019 03:04pm
Ohhhh Myyyy . .. . . .
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Shahzad Iqbal
Oct 28, 2019 03:32pm
Subhan Allah......what a beautiful place Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful write-up and beautiful pics
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Pakistani
Oct 28, 2019 03:41pm
Beautiful
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Kashif Ur Rehman
Oct 28, 2019 03:49pm
Simply amazing the beautiful pakistan.
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Muhammad Kamran Arain
Oct 28, 2019 04:09pm
We attempted the lake on motorcycles this July, perhaps a little too early, the rivers were too fill. All 29 of us reached Gharail. A river crossing towards Gharail was too risky, so must of us returned. But 5 people decided to go on and successfully took their motorcycles to Karomber Lake. Now I see what I have missed. I must attempt it again.
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Khan
Oct 28, 2019 04:19pm
We need not only to preserve this beauty bestowed upon by the creator but magnify it manifolds with effort
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Arif Fazal
Oct 28, 2019 04:47pm
Beautiful place, thanks for the article.
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siddha
Oct 28, 2019 05:50pm
These are one of the very best photographs of northern Pakistan. Thank you Syed Mehdi Bukhari and Dawn.
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ishrat husain
Oct 28, 2019 06:04pm
great pictures and wonderful journey
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Neelkant
Oct 28, 2019 06:10pm
Fantastic views to say the least. Why are the children forced to work in places like these where if tourism could be promoted, the entire populace could make a fortune. Pakistan is a very beautiful country that has been ruined by greedy savages. Opening places like these to tourism could in itself open an excellent source of income for people living there which will then have a domino effect across the country.
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Saima Rizvi
Oct 28, 2019 07:08pm
Story telling and photography both are great. I enjoyed the journey with the writer. Thank you very much,it was a treat reading writer's accounts.
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Tora Khan
Oct 28, 2019 07:13pm
Reminds second line of Pakistan's national anthem.
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tipu
Oct 28, 2019 07:44pm
wow beautiful images. Thanks for sharing. Tipu
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Khurrum Ahmed
Oct 28, 2019 07:51pm
Great job Dawn for publishing this! Refreshing to see more than just a handful of untitled pics!!
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M Razeen Ahmad
Oct 28, 2019 07:52pm
OMG!!! This is IT! This is the most beautiful place in Pakistan!
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Altaf
Oct 28, 2019 07:54pm
Fall in love with Broghil and Karomber Lake Thanks for sharing your experience with us in such an amazing way
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Syed Moinuddin, Canada
Oct 28, 2019 08:35pm
A superb article and fantastic pictures and photography. And thank you Dawn, for bringing such a treasure from beautiful Pakistan.
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Amjad Durrani Engineer USA
Oct 28, 2019 09:49pm
Absolutely fascinating description of this solo journey to final destination - karomber lake. Unfortunately, I missed it during the preparation of Tourism Master Plan for Pakistan for the Ministry of Tourism and Culture, Pakistan, decades back as an UNDP consultant. The description of this beautiful journey to Karomber lake is so spell-bounding and mind boggling that one feels of accompanying the author all along. No doubt about it that it is a beautiful piece describing the fascinating beauty of Pakistan. The tourism ministry needs to pull its act together and provide facilities for would be local and foreign visitor to the area, which will boost living standards of the poor local as well as bring much needed foreign exchange for the country.
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janan
Oct 28, 2019 09:49pm
Nice and thanks for sharing
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Polaris
Oct 28, 2019 10:43pm
Pleased to see another masterpiece by Bukhari Saheb. You are blessed to enjoy beautiful natural places, which you also share with us, your readers. Please keep up the good work.
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ABHISHEK KUMAR SARASWAT
Oct 28, 2019 11:42pm
Dear author , These pics are awesome , You really captured nature in perfect way . Humble Regards,
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DARA KHAN
Oct 28, 2019 11:53pm
Speechless - Beautiful.
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kurudi shekar
Oct 29, 2019 04:49am
most amazing. thanks very much Dawn.com, love it.
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wasim
Oct 29, 2019 05:41am
beautiful ...thanks for sharing. I can not imagine that there are such wonderful places in Pakistan
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Mustofa Munir
Oct 29, 2019 06:03am
I am amazed with the alluring images that you photographed in the Broghil valley and around and the way you narrated.
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Ram.V
Oct 29, 2019 06:16am
Sir this essay is exceptional. I enjoyed every bit and the photos.It has increased my urge to visit my dear neighbor Pakistan.Cudos to the writer.
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Mustofa Munir
Oct 29, 2019 06:25am
I praise those imagery works of nature you captured from the valley of the Paradise of the Earth and revealed them in your soothing article.
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Captain
Oct 29, 2019 07:05am
Nice pics ... which camera please
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rizwan
Oct 29, 2019 07:20am
totally spellbound - feel like crying to see such magical place and yearn to breath there
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Manoj Kumar
Oct 29, 2019 08:34am
Beautifully captured!!!
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That guy
Oct 29, 2019 09:36am
Amazing. And you captured it is surreal
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Ali Raza Shah
Oct 29, 2019 10:26am
Its a great place, an unexplored niche of beauty. Thanks to the writer for bringing up a glimpse of beauty on paper.
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Jameel
Oct 29, 2019 10:58am
Lost......
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Syed
Oct 29, 2019 11:15am
Marvelous writing, awesome clicks and good description. It feels like i have taken the trip with the writer ! Loved it.
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Owais
Oct 29, 2019 11:32am
I implore all you guys to read Mustansar Hussain Tarar Sahab's amazing book "Yaak Saraye" as well... Amazing book telling the story of a journey to this very lake...
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Danish Shah Tariq
Oct 29, 2019 12:27pm
Absolutely stunning pictures. The write-up is just as vivid as the pictures.
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awan
Oct 29, 2019 12:51pm
simply awesome beautiful ...its an awe as one cannot go that far without any companion. I wish I would do this trek one day InshaAllah.
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Niazi
Oct 29, 2019 04:38pm
Splendid post, I have never seen such a good work using a drone camera where it should have been used.
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