Snow leopards, Himalayan brown bears and the jangling, painted trucks of the Karakoram Highway
My travel highlight of last year was sitting on a plastic chair in the sunshine at Fairy Meadows, 12,000ft up in Pakistan’s Western Himalayas, watching avalanches. Five miles away, the 26,660ft Nanga Parbat wasn’t coping well with the heat. In four hours, I saw six huge snow slides rip down the north face. Seconds after, the roar would arrive, but it was the long, icy gust a few minutes later that surprised me most — a kiss blown by a killer.
From June, BA resumes direct flights to Islamabad. The airline hasn’t flown there since 2008, so it’s a vindication for a nation that has spent much of the 21st century on travel blacklists.