Beautiful Pakistan

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Bashu Valley: Valley of Dense Forests and Cool Springs, away from the crowds of Skardu city, Bashu Valley is famous for its dense forests and cool springs. This valley remains largely hidden from the eyes of tourists, so its natural beauty is completely pristine.

 

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The Beauty of Butta Kundi After the Rain

 

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Hoo-she Valley...

Towering snow-capped peaks, azure glaciers, lush green meadows, and such natural beauty that captivates the heart at every step.

 

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Safari Resort Sooq valley Upper Kachura.

 

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Arrang Kel

 

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One park. Forests, rivers, mud volcanoes, and a beach. Welcome to Hingol National Park in Balochistan, Pakistan.

Covering 6,200 square kilometers across Lasbela, Awaran, and Gwadar, this natural gem takes its name from the Hingol River.

You’ll find dry subtropical forests, bubbling mud volcanoes, sandy shores, and the sea–all in one place. It’s also home to Sindh ibex, Balochistan urial, and Indian gazelles.

Ancient remains hide in caves along the riverbank, while wind-carved giant rocks stand watch along the coast.

As the sea breeze blows through these stone wonders–would you take a drive and listen to nature’s voice?

 

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Tucked away in the far north of Pakistan’s Kaghan Valley, surrounded by peaks that rise to 3,224 meters, lies a blue cradle in the palms of snow-covered mountains–Lake Saiful Muluk.

Fed by the meltwater of the Hindu Kush, this highland jewel is a mirror that shifts through countless shades of blue as the light moves across the sky. In late spring and early summer, fresh green carpets cover the meadows, while dark pines stand like sentinels at the mountain’s foot.

On quiet nights, the lake becomes a still mirror, reflecting the year-round snows, the brilliant stars, and the full moon, so perfect that it’s hard to tell what is real and what is a reflection.

As the wind moves through the pines, crosses the lake, and carries ancient tales with every ripple, would you come and listen?

 

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Islamabad

 

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Pakistan has got four types of salts :-

1.Red Salt
2.Pink Salt
3.white Salt
4.Grey Salt

 

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Trekking to Fairy Meadows in pursuit of the Parbat​

A trek that began as a search for Nanga Parbat became a lesson in the stories mountains carry.

Muzhira Amin
17 Aug, 2026



He was flirting with me. A crooked grin spread across his sunlit face, only partially visible through a curtain of thick coniferous forests, as he followed me on a meandering four-hour pilgrimage. At 10,800 feet above sea level, where even the Earth’s magnetic field weakens, he had an inexplicable pull. He was omnipresent, but somehow managed to elude me every time I stopped to admire his face.

It was a game of hide-and-seek.

Nanga Parbat is the ninth-highest mountain on Earth: an ice-and-scree-covered behemoth, known most for death. In the Shina and Tibetan scriptures, though, he is called Deo Mir, the Mountain of God. In mountaineering circles, he is the ‘Killer Mountain’, given his insurmountable ego and treacherous temper.

I gathered this much from reading trip reports back in 2020, when I was planning an expedition of my own. I am no mountaineer, but I would take the liberty of calling myself an orophile, and so I settled on a relatively achievable conquest: the base camp.

One of the older accounts of reaching the base camp described the trek as a thrilling, steep and physically demanding journey marked by dramatic gorge trails, sudden weather shifts and deep isolation. At the time I encountered the sentence, I was an overenthusiastic 23-year-old journalist living in Karachi. When asked why I wanted to trek to the base camp of that particular mountain — instead of enjoying ‘just a vacation’ — I mindlessly cited Simone Moro. “It’s like a giant planet standing in front of you, seducing you to climb it,” the Italian mountaineering legend had said.

I did not want to climb the mountain — I wasn’t even equipped to do that. I just wanted to let nature lure me there. I had two beginner-level treks to my name: one at home and the other in Nepal. Both entailed only a few hours of discomfort though. But the Nanga Parbat base camp, ChatGPT and I agreed, was a ‘Type-2 kind of adventure’ for my feeble experience. Opting to do this with a group of Gen Zs I barely knew was another gamble.

Trekking to Fairy Meadows in pursuit of the Parbat

A trek that began as a search for Nanga Parbat became a lesson in the stories mountains carry.

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