I woke up feeling somewhat refreshed and ready to tackle a new day. The first thing I did was venture into town for breakfast, which was generously paid for by a local diner. With energy to burn, I returned home and began working on my bike. My task list:
- Reset the seat and handlebars (which I’d hastily fitted yesterday after the bus ride).
- Tighten my left pedal and readjust the strap on my right one.
- Tighten the nut of my side mirror.
- Tie a piece of used bike tube onto my gear shifter to create more grip (the original grip having worn away).
- Give my bike a wash to remove the dust and dirt it collected during the bus ride.
- Glue a broken piece of plastic onto my GPS cradle and glue together two of my Ortlieb clips that have broken.
- Fit new connectors to the wire of my dynamo-powered headlight (yesterday I discovered that one of the original connectors was missing, rendering the device useless).
- Do my best to readjust my rear brakes.
Halfway through these tasks I ventured back into town for another meal and to buy some rice and vegetables that I can cook over the next few days. At home I set about reorganising and packing my gear. It was about 7pm by the time I was done. As I was eating dinner in my room, a knock on the door announced the presence of a French-Canadian couple I’d met at Lahore Backpackers. I let them settle in, then joined them outside to swap stories. Since leaving Lahore, they have been exploring northwest Pakistan, but not without some difficulties. The main issue they faced was a lack of freedom of movement – they were escorted by police in some places and even appointed guards during the night. They also told me about other travellers who attempted to enter northern areas only to be turned back for not having an NOC, despite the fact that one isn’t needed anymore. As we talked, I began to feel a little better about catching a bus straight to Gilgit and avoiding dealing with these kind of hassles.
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||18,798km|