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BEAUTY OF NEELUM VALLEY |
Arriving Islamabad was a pleasant surprise. Fluttering flags, twinkling lights, blooming flowers and colourful banners gave the city a festive look. My visit had coincided with the visit of Chinese President, Xi-Jinping.
After spending a night in my
son’s spacious apartment, I took his car & driver and moved on. The car
gained speed as it hit the Murree Expressway. Labelled N-75, it has four lanes
flanked by green-hills on the one side and massive real-estate development on
the other. The road would lead me to
Muzaffarabad via Murree, Bhurban, and Kohala.
I reached Muzaffarabad at
about 4 pm after covering a distance of 138 km.
A guestroom had been booked for me in an Army Mess and I straightened my
back for about two hours. I planned to stay here for 3 days for
acclimatization. To while away time, I went to Pearl Continental in the
evening. It is located on the top of a hill and offers a magnificent view of
the valley. Room Rent is about Rs.16,600 and occupancy is reasonable.
Next day, I went 9,800 ft. up
to Pir Chinasi, famed for shrine of Saint Shah Hussain Bukhari. It has lush
green plateaus and fantastic views of neighbouring snow-clad peaks. It is a
lovely spot for trekking, camping, and paragliding. Also, I visited Chakothi, a
border-crossing point for Indian-held-Kashmir, about 56 km away.
The highlight of my tour was still away. On 25-Apr-2015, I rode a double cabin
four-wheeler. With me was a retired Pak Army Colonel (or maybe I was with him). He had a deep knowledge of the area and
briefed me as we proceeded. The drive was a
pleasure. Rains from the previous night
had washed the roads clear and greenery was almost dazzling.
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With Col. Mazhar |
Our first stop was Patika,
hardly 19 km away. It is a gateway to
Neelum Valley. A mini zoo and a fish hatchery have turned the place into a
tourist attraction. The Tourism Department has constructed a resort which
includes a rest house. This is very popular and remains occupied even in winter
when mercury drops considerably. The
driver brought hot Kashmiri Kahwah: a green tea made with saffron, species and
walnuts.
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Pitaka Town |
Neelum Valley is about 145 km
long and bow-shaped. It is dotted with majestic fir, deodar, and pine trees.
River Neelum runs in the mid with its indigo blue water. It eventually merges with River Jhelum at
Domail. Staring from barely 2,000 ft.
from Muzaffarabad, the valley gains height to 8,000. There is abundance of
springs, waterfalls flowering trees and plants. Adding to their fragrance is
the sweet smell of menthol plants along the banks of the River.
The Colonel became very
excited while we were passing Titwal village, some 60 odd km from Muzaffarabad.
Here. River Neelum acts as a line of
control between Pakistan and India.
People living on both sides are all relatives. Some years back, arrangements were made for
the Kashmiris of both sides see their loved ones. It was really sad to see
people just waving hands and throwing letters to their relatives on the other
side. Nowadays, there is a proper border crossing via a wooden bridge. We stopped for a while to see the spot called
Nauseri-Titwal point. The Colonel
narrated horrible stories of bygone days when Neelum Valley Road was considered
a death trap for vehicles as they frequently came under fire of the enemy.
At about 11:30 we reached
Kundal Shahi, 74 km away from Muzaffarabad. It is another important village.
Here Neelum River appears like a stream.
It has crystal clear water abound with trout fish. The area is more fertile,
forest becomes thick and road journey seems going through a tunnel of trees. It
has an elevation of 1,350 m and is known for logging and saw mills.
From Kundal Shahi, we took a
side road which was a little rough. It followed Jagran Nallah (stream) and
climbed to Jagran Resort, Kutton. Our vehicle ran into the resort compound. I asked the
Colonel to leave me here since he had some assignment to do a few miles
ahead. But no way. Two-hours of travelling together had turned us
as friends. So he said he would not leave until I was well settled. Perhaps, he
knew about the communication-gaps. We went to the office and were surprised
that there was no reservation in my name.
We were told that all rooms were fully booked and there is hardly a
chance for an additional intake. We contacted the base and were informed that
adjacent to Kutton Resort, there were rooms which were closed for the time
being. One room was hurriedly opened and
cleaned. Makeshift arrangements were made for a temporary electrical
connection. A bucket full of hot water was placed in the washroom. Water tap and its flow were checked and found
satisfactory. For tea and meals, some private arrangements were made and the
place became functional. I thanked the colonel for his help and bade him
goodbye. I retired to my room and slept like a log.
Sunday, the 26th
April, 2015
In the morning, I sat outside my hut directly
looking at Jagran Nullah . It was a bit cold for me though place was hardly
1,530 m above sea level. Anyhow, it was very pleasant to sit in the sun. There were heavy rain last night. Jargan
Nallah was filled up with gushing water which was giving off a noise. The water
was rushing downwards all along the tall grooves of trees. I could see some
guesthouses at a distance plus some activity perhaps fishing. As far as I could
see, there were lush green hills, panoramic views, enchanting stream and
attractive surroundings.
Except for the noise creating
by vibrant water of Nallah, there was hardly any sound. Perhaps it was suppressed by the roaring
water. Nonetheless, sometime a bird or
two would land at the nearby plant and sooth my ears with their chirping. I
think those were Kashmiri Flycatchers. At about the same time, Gul Waheed
brought a second cup of hot tea. When I asked him why there were no birds, he
laughed aloud and said this was neither the time nor the place. He disclosed a number of varieties of birds
like pheasants, woodpeckers, warblers, redstarts, snowcocks and finches.
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Jagran Hydro-electric Resort, Kutton |
At about 11 am I went around
the place known as Jagran Hydroelectric Resort. Originally, it was constructed
as a housing colony for the foreign engineers who looked after the installation
of a 30 MW Power Plant located further uphill. After completion in about two
years, the colony was handed over to the Govt. - lock, stock and barrel. Later,
it was converted into a tourist resort. It is the most sought after place due
to its upkeep, aesthetic design and relaxed ambience amid an area known as
“Heaven on Earth.” It has 12 single
rooms, called Swiss Cottages and 6 Family Suites with room rent per night of
Rs.2,500 and Rs.4,500 respectively. There are gyms, playgrounds, TV longue, and
neatly maintained gardens. It is ideal location for families with small
children.
At night I had an easy stroll
in the resort. It was hemming with activities. Resort guests had returned back
from their daylong trips. A number of Land-Rover, Land-Cruiser, Prado and other
SUVs were parked in the compound. Kids
were shrieking and screeching. Parents were busy in counting them and
persuading them to go to their beds.
I remained there till late at
night. The moon was peeking in, its silver blaze reflecting onto the gleaming
water as the voice of the stream echoed through the deafening silence. I was
mesmerized by the aura of the moonlit valley.
Monday, the 27th
April, 2015
Next day. I got down from the
resort and approached nearby shops. I faced a road-side tourist complex like
Tourist Tuck Shop, Tourist Café and even Tourist Poultry. It was early in the
morning and there were hardly any business. I went inside a deserted café and
ordered a cup of tea. It was fine but
when I reached my vault to pay off, the owner said, “Sirji, this is from
me.” I looked at his face: middle aged,
rough-off colour with slightly grown beard. “Thanks,” said I and encouraged him
to talk. As if it was God-sent, he
rumbled a long narrative how he went to Dubai, returned after 14 years, married
and settled in Kutton.
“What is Gushtaba”, I asked casually.
“Oh Sirji. It is best dish.
Meat is smashed with a wooden hammer to turn it soft which later is shaped into
balls. These are put into a handi (kettle) over layers of kneaded flour and
shalgam (turnips) along with yoghurt and species. Covered and sealed, the handi
goes through slow cooking process for about three hours. It is eaten with rice or roti (wheat bread).”
“It seems like kofta,” I
commented but he disagreed and whispered something like ‘the proof of the
pudding is in the eating’.
I ordered for a dish at lunch time. When I re-entered his café I could smell
fragrance of spicy cooking. Gushtaba was indeed delicious. I expected to pay Rs.500 but only Rs.300 were
demanded thus bringing me a consumer surplus of Rs.200/-
Besides this, the traditional
cuisines of Azad Kashmir are Kashmiri Raan (Fried leg of lamb), Rogan Josh,
Balti Gosht, Dal Chawal (A mixture of split peas, red lentils, and boiled
rice), and Dam Aloo (Fried Potatoes in Kashmiri style). Kashmiri dishes are
devoid of deserts, except for Kheer. To go with the food, Kashmri Kawhwa is a
must.
Tuesday, the 28th
April, 2015
Another pleasant
morning. Not a trace of cloud, sun
shining at its best. I went to other side of resort towards a small market and
a bridge. I observed a way of life we could never have seen at home. Huts and
houses were scattered all over the mountain, up to the top, some clustered and some solitary. Fresh air,
spring water and naturally grown crops were in abundance . Add to it challenges
in life like going up and downhill, extreme cold and other natural
hazards. This would give a fair idea of
lifestyle in those area. Also, I observed uniformed boys and girls wearing
badges of up-scale schools. They were
frank and friendly, first to shake hands and ask questions like “where from.”
The area was quite affluent and people had a
good quality of life supported by income from tourism and home remittances from
their near and dear working abroad.
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A general view of Kutton with water fall |
Wednesday, the 29th
April, 2015
On my last day at Kutton, I
waited for a vehicle to come from Maffarabad.
However, there had been torrential rains at night and traffic was closed
due to mud-slides and falling stones.
Frustrated with the daylong wait, I walked towards my room when someone
interrupted me and told me that it was time to go back. I hurriedly went back,
hugged Waheed Gul and Misaqun-Nabi (who had served me during my stay), picked
up my gear and sat on the front seat with a thud.
It was a night ride. There was enough traffic as the road was
cleared after a ‘stuck-up' of six hours.
At one point, a bus provoked my driver to blast his horn for a way on a
narrow winding road. While I held my
breath, the bus lurched to the hillside allowing us to overtake. We passed so
close that I could admire an arm in the bus glistening with golden bangles.
Focusing on jewellery kept me from worrying whether my 4WD Toyota Hilux still
had all four tires on a road.
Beyond the patched up section
at midway, the road was rather empty affording me an opportunity to open the
side window to feel the swift air blow across my face. This reminded me of
Jackson Browne Lyrics “Running on Empty”
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels.
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this
life feels
An endnote:
My walks remained restricted
in the resort or its vicinity. I have a health problem where fatigue is easily
induced. At home, I can go 63 stairs up to
the top of my apartment without huffing and puffing. But in cold weather of
Kutton coupled with height (howsoever modest), I experienced bouts of cough and
asthma. God be Great, I was feeling perfectly normal when I landed Karachi in
its sweltering heat and smog.