Further Up the Karakoram Highway
The next day we headed for Gilgit. I was still unwell and weak, and had a horrible hysterical moment of lying collapsed in the dust by the side of the road, trying to force down 3 strawberry cakes just to have something in my stomach. I have never met a cake I didn’t like, but this was similar to being force-fed polystyrene wrapped in cotton wool. The roads were really not roads now. They were mostly rock-strewn dirt tracks wedged tightly against massive cliff-drops. We bounced along and didn’t look down. Me and God renewed our occasional acquaintance. The Indus river churned impressively below us, looking like it wanted feeding. We found a restaurant with real food, and I was so pleased I ordered two of everything. Sadly my stomach had shrunk. I still ate until I physically could not stuff any more in, but it was less than I would normally have for a snack. The German, prone to periods of rapid accelerati...