Thursday, 25 February 2010
I've been sorting through old slides and came across these photos from Gilgit in northern Pakistan, which I took in the early 90s.
At this time it was pretty safe to travel throughout Pakistan and our first trip was from Lahore to the Afgan border town of Peshwar. It was about as exotic a place as I'd ever been, with gun markets and women completely covered in indigo cotton; their faces hidden behind cloth grills.
Gilgit was exotic in a different way. It's seclusion and calm at the time was a welcome break from the crowds and intensity of the cities. Up here you're in the very beginnings of the foothills of the Himalayas. These purples and blues of early evening remind me so much of beauty of this place, so very diferent from the intense mountain light of the New Zealand alps.