On the outskirts of Gilgit, I pause to admire Rakaposhi and cue up my playlist. Mission of Burma has been my jam recently, so I thumb through albums and put onPeking Springfor the forty kilometer ride to Jaglot. It feels surreal to be heading out on a decade-long dream, and a slammi...
The neon sign outside Conrad's Hotel had been flickering erratically every night since Sophia moved in, but tonight, a part of it seems to finally have given up, so the second half of the owners name is completely missing. Con Hotel. Not a bad description of the place. As she leaves,...