gunshot vodka, part 2
Decided the South wasn't for me and worked my way North to Gilgit.
I lost track of the time after the 30th hour of my ass-bones rubbing against the metal rod in my seat.
But once I arrived, wow. Gilgit was/is Shangri-la. Absolutely stunning town and wonderful people.
Just a little restaurant that reminded me of Blade Runner for some reason.
I befriended some kid that would classify me as a pedophile. He ended up escorting me to my hotel. But then the fucker stood me up for our ComSat Internet date. But I forgot about him when dinner time came along. Small problem.
Just a little shoot-out directly outside our totally exposed restaurant. Needless to say everyone dropped to the floor and pulled out their concealed/smuggled weapons for a full-scale exchange of gun fire. Happened not once, but twice. (Of course we couldn't go out onto the street, that's why we were in the restaurant during the second incident) Surprised I didn't shit my pants. Things are starting to heat up with the bombing that killed 80 people in the town that I'm supposed to be going to in 2 weeks. Of course they're hypothesizing that the Americans are involved, if not DIRECTLY linked - so there's been some anti-America protests going on. And seeing that I'm in the province that's ruled by tribal law and not real law, I thought I may have to zip out of here sooner than I expected.
Earlier this day, I took pictures out of inner-city public transport system. Upon later inspection, I realized that every picture had military personnel in it. All the pieces are starting to come together.