The purpose of the Deosai Plains National Park is to safeguard Himalayan Brown Bears. The second-highest plateau on Earth is only accessible during. The summer and connects Skardu and Astore for several months each year through a rugged 4WD path.
With a 3000 sq km expanse, it is meticulously tended to by Park Rangers, who receive funding from a $8 US park fee. In addition to the Himalayan Brown Bear. There are snow leopards, and conservation initiatives are in place for both.
3500–4500 meters is where the Park is located. The Himalayan, Zansker, Karakoram, and Ladakh mountain ranges encircle it. Its topography surprised me in how lush and green the surroundings are. With 340 different plant species dotting the landscape and. Some areas with vibrant flower displays.
Despite the remoteness, everyone in this place knows someone. And many individuals from Astore and Skardu are related to one another. It appears that Kabluie greets most of the individuals we come across.
We traveled at a slow pace, making it easy to spot any brown bears if any were in the area during the lengthy journey. Kabluie admits to being a slow driver, and between the rough. Track and the Jeep’s lack of power, we traveled 72 km in more than five hours at an average speed of about 14 km/h. It was challenging. We saw a few marmots lounging in the sun.
We were once again strictly instructed not. To take selfies during the sporadic 10-minute breaks. Kabluie was adamant about this time, citing it as “a security risk.” It appears that his worries about their distribution. Are more important to him than his need to be protective.
We had a breathtaking view of Nanga Parbat, the second-highest mountain. In Pakistan and the ninth-highest peak in the world, as we were leaving the park (after K2). It was evident how lucky we were. Its 8125-meter summit is regarded as one of the most treacherous in the. World to climb, earning it the moniker “killer mountain.” This view was the high point of the day for us.
Kabluie decided it was time for lunch at 2:45 pm when we finally left the National Park. We declined lunch and sat outside in some shade because it was hot. We were being jostled around, and Marie was having a lot of trouble in the front seat. Which turned out to be both very springy and in the sun all the time. This little white Jeep with the license plate “Chairman” is driven by a man who has six kids, three wives, and six men. With assurance, he leaped out and approached us, asking how we were and saying hello to his family.
Sincere curiosity about why these two foreign women were sitting on a rock by the side of the road. He quickly extended an invitation for us to have lunch with his family. Even though it would have been an interesting exchange. We had to turn it down because eating at that moment wasn’t appealing or likely to go down well.
