Tour Guide, Gilgit, Pakistan
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Travelling the world on a budget is a very raw experience. I have been backpacking for nearly a decade now, exploring far-flung lands such as Iran, Pakistan, Venezuela, Bhutan, India and Myanmar. I don’t stay in fancy hotels or take tourist transport options. Instead, I hitchhike, couch-surf, wild camp, and meet/chat with local people wherever I can.
I have been lucky enough to make many incredible friends all over the world. Travelling has totally shaped my life and personality. It’s not just the sights I’ve seen but more about the people I have crossed paths with. I met my wife whilst hitchhiking across Iran, many of my best friends are Pakistani and I have an adopted family in rural India.
When you’re travelling as I do, language barriers can be a problem. Often I am in the rural countryside where very few people speak English and it can be tricky to make yourself understood. I usually get by with smiling and hand gestures but if you really want to make a connection, it helps to learn some of the local lingos. If you want to make an effort to learn the local language, technology can come to the rescue. Since last year, I’ve been using uTalk to help me connect with locals in their own language. With that in mind, I thought I’d share a story of how it helped me while trekking to the Fairy Meadows in Pakistan.
At first, I was not sure that the local police were going to let me head into the mountains. However, after much smiling, polite nodding, cups of chai and a lengthy book-signing process, I was granted permission to head off in search of the legendary Fairy Meadows of Pakistan on the condition that I accepted a police escort.
Beside me, a wizened police officer in a huge jacket smiled at me shyly from behind his silvery beard with a well-polished Kalashnikov resting on his lap. The jeep groaned as we smashed a path over large stones and bulldozed our way towards the huge white mountains upon the horizon.
The road snaked its way up the valley; a sheer drop on one side and a blue ribbon of water below. I fumbled with my camera, much to my new bodyguard’s delight, and took a few snaps of the mighty mountains marching alongside us. Up ahead, in the distance, one defiant peak reigned supreme above all others. 'Nanga Parbat' showed up. It looked like an impenetrable bastion of snow and ice and rock, a fortress fit for a god. Behind us, another jeep of local Pakistani tourists chugged its way along the bronze-coloured trail, a mad-man clinging to the front like a crouching gymnast. It seemed that I was not the only person looking to spend a night in the fairy meadows, one of Pakistan’s best-known adventure destinations.
I dismounted and followed the police into the forests. I still had no idea what to expect. I struggled onward, the weight of my pack weighing me down as I struggled through waist-deep snow. February is not the best time of year to visit the fairy meadows. Together, we moved further into the valley, climbing over fallen logs and wading through half-frozen streams until, finally, after a steep climb and much swearing, I reached my destination. Ahead of me, stretching away in the distance, I could see white carpets of untouched snow and mighty peaks of blue, grey and silver flinging themselves into the sky, blocking out the last of the sun and promising a radiant evening filled with stars.
Baba led me forward to a small wooden hut. Inside, I was greeted by the owner of the hut who, having heard that a foreigner was coming, had opened up despite the season not starting for another six weeks. I was instantly passed a cheeky smoke and a mug of hot chai and collapsing into a heap on the floor, I finally got some rest.
I quickly learned that even if Baba and Mohammed could not understand my imperfect Urdu accent, they definitely understood the concept of fun. Baba, in particular, seemed to be especially fond of jokes. Baba quickly assigned himself to not only be my protector but also my guide and over the next three days, lead me deep into the surrounding mountains. We trekked through insane snow-banks, attempting to make it to Nanga Parbat base camp despite the terrible conditions and only turning back when the snow reached our armpits. Baba taught me a few phrases in Urdu, and slowly but surely, my Urdu began to get better. Thanks to Baba’s patience and uTalk’s pretty amazing abilities.
Breaking down the language barrier is so important in countries like Pakistan and when you make the effort to learn the local lingo, you are quickly rewarded with incredible friendships and unique travel experiences. Next time you are heading to Pakistan, be sure to say hearty thanks to Baba for me.