I was on road whole day yest and this mornin when I went to airport to catch flight for isb from gilgit. and then onwards to kchi I thought one day of no treacherous roads. But that was not on the cards.
Flight got cancelled due to bad weather and I decided to hit the road. 16 hours to isb thru taliban infested territory and a broken kkh. Yes broken. Shamefully broken. Treacherous landslides too. Though on this trip we missed their worst. Jst saw remnants on sides.
I had done this route 3yrs back wth my father on a smilar trek back from gilgit. But this time I was on my own. …driver and police escort van.
My trip to sukkur for next day was finitto since I wld miss all connecting flights. Gb always ate up into sindh time. Sindh team is patient but I need to balance better.
. I had a wedding in kchi which I wld miss too but then this was typical politivian life. No plans which were solid enuf to swear by
So as I left gilgit I was not really in a good mood. I drove thru chilas diamir and thought of my struggle for the dam. I took photo at same spot I had done so 3yrs back wth my father. So much had changed since then other than me entering politics. Pak had changed. Talib ans had infested this territory. Plus my shoulders were heavier. I was incharge of this territory. N that was a huge load.
Anyway diamir site stood at same place. No real work had happened. The driver and the police chap were excited to be wth me on this trip. They were totally aware of what work I had done for them in one year and were most proud of it. They showed me the disputed boundary commission line. Ev erythin I struggled for wld unravel in this 16hrs.
Later when we passed thru kohistan swat etc every village we passed the driver had a story. These villages had been in the news in last 6months. It was comical. My team from base gilgit and base isb were calling every 30mins. They were taking turns so as not to sound panicked.
What was comical was that everyone realized that I had been most vocal against talibs and for me to b passing thru their territory was comical for me and frightening for most sane people. When we stopped for tea dinner my voice got recongnized first n then face which was fairly covered. Voice was a give away due to talkshows.
Anyway. I am still enroute and fairly exhausted. All I want to say is that I am living and driving through my struggle. My struggle for a moderate and just pak. Moderate as in free of these talibs and just as in the diamir struggle.
I will reach b y early morning and then catch flight for kchi…