The remote Kaghan Valley, in northern Pakistan, is one of the country’s, if not the world’s, most beautiful valleys. The lush vegetation of the terraced lower slopes is superseded by great forests of pine and fir which, in turn, give way to magnificent mountain peaks.
A morning’s steady driving from Pakistan’s capital, Islamabad, brings the traveller to the small village of Balakot. From here, the Kaghan Valley stretches ahead for 160 kilometres. It was along this route the Moghul emperors travelled to their summer residence in Kashmir. In 1898 the road became the main route to Gilgit, via Chilas on the far side of the Babusar Pass, 4146 metres above sea level.
The Pathans marched through here to their jihad (Holy War) in an attempt to save Kashmir from Indian rule in 1947. The construction of the mighty Karakoram Highway led to the Kaghan route falling into disuse – one reason for its continuing isolation.
Our journey took us along a narrow, twisting road with steep cliffs on one side, a hair-raising drop on the other. Far below, the Kunhar River – sometimes a brown, foaming torrent, sometimes a startling green, thunders along its rocky bed.
In the 1920s, the British, who never allowed postings to far flung corners of the Empire to interrupt their sporting pursuits, stocked three of the Kaghan Valley’s lakes – Dudupatsar, Lulusar and Saif-ul-Muluk – with eggs from Scotland’s best brown trout.
I had come to the valley with a friend from dry, dusty Karachi who had never ventured to this part of his country before. Drinking in the glorious views, he declared: “This can’t be Pakistan, I must be in Switzerland.”
There was a distinctly alpine feel about it. Surrounded by mountains, the high plateau’s meadows were strewn with wild flowers. No yodellers to be sure, but, on the still, clear air the distant tinkling of bells could be heard from goats, grazing on the rich pasture.
At the northern end of the valley, at an elevation of 3,224 m (10,578 feet) above sea level is the glorious, enchanted, magical Lake Saif-ul-Muluk.
We hired a jeep as far as the glacier, which we crossed on foot (disappointingly dirty) rather than putting our trust in the rather thin, hungry looking horses for hire. On the far side, drivers wait to transport passengers up the final rough stretch – a bone shaking, spine jarring experience which made walking seem a delightful idea.
Saif-ul-Muluk was spectacularly beautiful. At over 5000 metres, Malika Parbat – the Queen of Mountains – stood proudly above the circle of white peaks, their mirror image reflected in the brilliant blue waters.
There was an ethereal quality to such startling beauty, conjuring up images of magical fairy tales. Indeed, there is a legend that Prince Saif-ul-Muluk fell in love with a fairy bathing in the lake. To tease her, he stole her clothes and she, to preserve her modesty, agreed to marry the handsome prince. The fairy’s demon lover, enraged at seeing his beloved happily wed a mortal, wreaked revenge by flooding the valley. The fairies still visit at night, when the moon is full, dancing on the flower spangled meadow and bathing in the lake.
When I was putting this blog post together I Googled Lake Saif-ul-Muluk and found many entries on TripAdvisor, which hadn’t been invented when I visited the Kaghan Valley. It sounds as though my beautiful, magical place has become commercialised with eating places, (though no toilets), touts offering horse rides and boat trips, and polluted by the crowds who leave their rubbish behind. At least I have happy memories of my visit. And, given the chance, I would go again.
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It looks absolutely beautiful, Mary.
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It really was, Cathy.
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I’m glad that you saw this before the current tourist invasion, Mary. Not at all how I imagine Pakistan, so an education for me this morning. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks, Pete. Pakistan is a country of tremendous contrasts from deserts to forests to mountains – it’s home to K2, the second highest mountain in the world.
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Mary, a beautiful post about your visit to the valley, mountains and lake. The area is both enthralling and captivating and I’m not surprised your friend thought it a bit like the Alps! Hmmm… a dirty glacier does not sound like the idyllic crystallised version one would expect but otherwise a glorious time. I loved hearing about the fairytale of the lake! A pity it’s become commercialised but not surprising and the way of the world alas! Do you think you’ll have a chance to return sometime?
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Thanks, Annika. I’m sure despite the commercialisation I’ve been reading about, the scenery is still as stunning as when I visited. I would like to think I might return one day but, sadly, I have the feeling it’s unlikely.
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Wonderful memories for you, Mary and fabulous photos of the scenery (and David).
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Thanks, Lynn. I’ve really been travelling down memory lane recently! And today that little chap blowing his first ever dandelion clock turned 28!
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Looks very beautiful and serene. Sounds like you have wonderful memories. Mary.
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I do have lots of lovely memories, Darlene, and as I’ve been scanning photos recently, they’ve all been flooding back.
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That’s the beauty of photos. xo
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You have lovely memories, Mary, and the photographs are delightful. I was having a discussion with my Aunt just yesterday, about how some of these beautiful places are being ruined by tourists.
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Thanks, Robbie, glad you enjoyed the post. It’s sad when beautiful places are spoiled by too many people visiting them. Part of me feels it is good more people now have access to such places. They should be for everyone to enjoy, but the problem is when people don’t realise they have a responsibility to take their rubbish home and don’t seem to understand they are spoiling it for everyone else.
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Also the days before digital cameras and 40,000 photos taken at each stop. Not knowing whether any of them would turn out OK until a couple of weeks after sending them off to be developed. 🙂
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That’s true, Kim – and no selfies, other than when you had arrange the group, set the timer and rush across to take your place in the shot.
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Sounds like a lovely and magical place, Mary. ❤
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It really was, Colleen. I could imagine the fairies dancing in the moonlight. Thanks for dropping by.
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Just lovely, Mary 🧚♀️❤️🧚♀️
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