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Gate of Fairies پریوں کا دروازہ
In small suburb of Chaartoi Located near village Gupis in district Ghizer of Gilgit Baltistan, in the Hindu khush mountain range stands a solid rock gate about 300 metres high and 200 meters wide named as Gate of Fairies. According to local myths this gate is way into the kohe Qaf, the central place of fairies in the world, locals believed that this gate used to open on Fridays, but after sometime it's permanently closed,
The local shamans have many stories of gate one of them is about Fairy queen Gulandam and Prince Behram Falak, shaman narrates that the fairy carries bones of her beloved like a necklace and wind disturbs bones as they are very fragile thus Gulandam is always behind other fairies and all other fairies make fun of her.
2 586:18 PM Jul 19, 2018
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Regrann from @lostwithpurpose - Who's read a good book lately that they can recommend to me?
During my 5 days in Phander, Pakistan the weather looked like this almost all the time.
Contrary to what my photos may look like, there was an unusually cold and rainy spell going on in the region.
Thick clouds blocked the sun, and all anyone in Phander could talk about was how freezing it was given the time of year 😣
Aside from the fact that my fingers and toes felt like they were going to fall off, I kind of enjoyed the gloomy weather.
It was a good excuse to linger beside Phander Lake or hide under blankets on the porch of my guesthouse and get lost in a good book. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara in this case.
On drizzly days I'd read and write during the day, stroll around in the mornings and afternoons to get my blood flowing, then burrow under blankets while chatting with curious locals under the starry sky at night.
Adventuring under the sun is my MO by far, but I think slow rainy days every once in a while are just as important.