Leaving Pakistan

I leave Pakistan in the morning. The Hunza Valley in the disputed
Northern Territories specifically. Having really only explored one
city significantly I can't say I know this place, but I can say
Karimabad is one of the most beautiful places in the world.

I ate breakfast with a family early one morning when discovered during
a long walk by a young boy. Apricots fresh from a tree and milk from a
goat. Neither of us spoke the others' language but we communicated all
that was needed to understand.

I believe even more now in people. I believe even more now in their
inherent goodness.