Kalash Valley
In Quetta we give ourselves and the bikes a few days rest before heading to Islamabad. In Islamabad, at the tourist campsite, we meet a lot of other travellers and exchange information. Here we find out that there is a jeep-track from Chitral to Gilgit over the Shandourpass... Studying the map we see that we can ride a circle instead of going twice into a valley. So the plan is made.
On our way to Chitral we cross the Lawari pass (3118 m). The dusty unpaved road exists of rocks and slowly we trail our way up. We see this as a training for the coming Shandour pass, because they told us it's not easy...
From Chitral we make first an excursing into the Kalash valley. The road is narrow and rough and cliffs hang over it. It seems that every second a piece of rock
can fall down...

 into the Kalash Valley

The Kalash people are a not-muslim minority from about 3000 people. In their perception the nature belongs to other beings then themself. So, by making sacrifices and praying they ask permission to let their cattle graze or cut a tree. Jinnah, the man from the Kalash family where we are staying, gives us a tour in his village. The wooden huts are build on the slopes of the mountains and the roof is used as a terrace by the house above. On the terraces laying fruits spread to dry. The women wearing wide black dresses with yellow-red-white bordure finishing. On their heads they wear a round hat with a long tail over their back to cover their long hair. It is decorated with pearls, buttons and shells. They also wear dozens of necklaces that will only be taken off by a widow during mooring.

Jinnah shows us around in his village. Their houses are
build on the slopes of the mountain.

We stay in one of their huts and get spoiled with fresh baked bread.
We are gratefull that we have met the Kalash. Thank you Jinnah!