Have I mentioned how much I love nature? #lifehappensoutdoors
Featured photo is from this blog
When I was young I went on a family trip to the “highlands” of Pakistan. Which is why I don’t actually have a photo of the trip and I’m not bothered to go through our physical photos at the moment. Having said that, I think I might have a rummage around in the morning, would be quite nostalgic.
It’s one of my most favourite trips and the highlight for all of us was going to the lake Saif ul Mulook. Something you may or may not know, Pakistan’s tourism isn’t the most infrastructure friendly so it isn’t easy to reach such places that have valleys and mountains. In hindsight, it’s amazing we all made it back safely. At one point while driving up a mountain in the bus, the road was so thin and there was no barrier on the edges and down below was basically sudden death. The width of the bus was only slightly thinner that the width of the road. Even thinking about it gives me goosebumps. What a thrill! It was worth it. Without a doubt, so worth it.
Once we got to the rest house, to get to the lake was another journey away. We had to rent 4×4 jeeps as we would be driving on ice even though it was in the summertime when I first saw it. I got off the jeep and walked over to the spectacular lake. Saif ul Mulook, the name was inspired by an Egyptian prince, who had a dream about this particular lake, not knowing where it was and in his dream, he saw a fairy bathing in the lake, whom he fell in love with. I am not sure if the story is true, however I do like the idea of it. When your eyes first touch the lake, you feel the magic it transmits. It overwhelms you slowly then all at once. It is a lake surrounded by mountains and the water is as clear as a pristine mirror, reflecting every detail of the mountains. The colour of the water varies at different times of the day. Emerald Green, being my favourite colour, was its colour when I saw it. I walked over to the shore, shoes in my hand, to allow the tiny waves of the water to touch my feet. Not knowing what to expect, being summer in Pakistan, where it can go as high at 45 degrees celsius, I was surprised at how cold the water was. I could not bare to stand there without my shoes. My father called out to me as I was tying my shoe laces and pointed at a boat, waiting for us on the other side of the shore. I got in the boat with my parents and my brothers and we went around the lake. It is not a large lake but it is not a small one either. Whilst in the boat and as we went deeper towards the mountains and away from the shore, you can really feel yourself immerse into the beauty of the mountains and surroundings. My father made small talk with the man rowing the boat and he informed us that no one knows the true depth of the lake. I was in awe, ease and comfort as I looked up, it is as if a mother embracing her child, the way the mountains are enclosed around the lake and yet there is a mystery about the place, a secret waiting to be heard, which no one dare whisper it to you. There was a certain degree of peace whilst deep/ in the middle of the lake. There was no noise except for the paddling noises of the boat man rowing the boat. It was a calming swish noise, which broke the silence every few seconds. It felt like we were the only people there and it was quite interesting that we could not hear the people back onshore, even though they weren’t too far from us.
I would love to go back and see it as an adult, I think I will enjoy it more than I did back then when I was a kid. 🙂