The 1,300km Karakoram Highway cuts through some of the most astounding rock faces on the planet. It’s a road trip of dreams, yet few have ever heard of it or how it came to be. Crisp mountain air rushed in through the car window as I drove past jagged mountain landscapes. Despite summer being in full swing, massive amounts of snowpack still clung to the 7,000m peaks. Glacial waterfalls dripped down to feed the aquamarine river below, through Pakistan’s high-altitude Hunza Valley that was aptly termed “Shangri La” by British novelist James Hilton. I was driving the Karakoram Highway (KKH), which cuts through some of the most astounding rock faces on the planet. Often coined the “Eighth Wonder of the World”, it’s a road trip of dreams, yet few have ever heard of it, or how it came to be. The KKH was once a leg of the Silk Road, with its foundations built by locals centuries ago. However, it wasn’t until 1978 – after nearly 20 years of construction by more than 24,000 Pakistani and Chinese workers – that it was officially inaugurated for vehicles, which brought trade, tourism and ease of travel to this remote part of the world. The 1,300km highway extends from the small city of Hasan Abdal near Pakistan’s capital of Islamabad to Kashgar in China’s autonomous Xinjiang region via Khunjerab, the highest paved border crossing in the world at about 4,700m. But I was drawn to the 194km stretch of the highway that runs through the Hunza Valley, a region surrounded by the Karakoram Mountains that give the highway its name. This impossibly beautiful section is where you can see pristine glaciers, alpine lakes and snow-capped peaks right from the comfort of your ride. However, as alluring as the journey is, it’s the incredible people and traditions of the Hunza Valley that make this part of the highway so special. Skazzjy/Getty Images Mostly cut off from the world for nearly a millennium, Hunza Valley has its own languages, music and culture (Credit: Skazzjy/Getty Images)Skazzjy/Getty Images Mostly cut off from the world for nearly a millennium, Hunza Valley has its own languages, music and culture (Credit: Skazzjy/Getty Images) Nestled in the Gilgit Baltistan territory between Xinjiang and Afghanistan’s Wakhan Corridor, Hunza was mostly cut off from the world until the 20th Century due to the formidable geography. Primarily home to the Burusho and Wakhi people, the remote region has its own languages, music and culture that’s unlike anything you’d find in Pakistan – or anywhere else in the world. A unique language The origins of the local Burusho people are unknown, as is their language, Burushaski, one of Asia’s last language isolates. Some researchers have argued potential links to Balkan tongues, but linguists haven’t come to a decisive agreement about where exactly it came from. While the KKH has opened up the valley, it has also negatively impacted the environmentally fragile region and led many to leave the communities’ traditional ways of life. Now, the number of locals observing long-celebrated festivals like Ginani (the coming of spring) and those wearing the region’s traditional embroidered robes has dwindled. Still, some locals are working hard to preserve the unique traditions of the Hunza Valley. The first stop on my road trip was Altit, a village famed for its 1,100-year-old fort and its commitment to cultural preservation. Here I met musician Mujib Ruzik in a cafe as the snow-capped giants of Rakaposhi (7,788m) and Diran (7,266m) stretched out into the distance. A few steps away was the Leif Larsen Music Center, a school that seeks to keep the traditional music of the valley alive by teaching it to the next generation. Samantha Shea Students at the Leif Larsen Music Center learn traditional instruments like the dadang drum (Credit: Samantha Shea)Samantha Shea Students at the Leif Larsen Music Center learn traditional instruments like the dadang drum (Credit: Samantha Shea) “We were dependent on music, because music was associated with each and every aspect of life, like if you were doing cultivation or cutting the wheat [we would be singing traditional folk songs],” said Ruzik. “But the young people do not know about that. But now after engaging them in musical practices, [they’re learning] what is the real essence of culture.” The music centre was established in 2016, but Ruzik explained that it didn’t really get its start until Zia Ul Karim began teaching the students. While folk music had typically been enjoyed as a hobby, Ul Karim, who was born and raised in Altit, was one of the first to pursue a degree in musicology and was a maestro of numerous instruments. He taught more than 100 students of varying ages and ability levels until his tragic death in a 2022 motorcycle accident. Ruzik took me into the practice room, which mirrored a local home: dusheks (pads to sit on) lined the four walls and diros (pillows) acted as our chairs as nearly a dozen students gathered around. Though Pakistan is a deeply patriarchal country, Hunza is known for being the most liberal region, in part due to the predominance of Ismailism, a moderate sect of Islam known for promoting tolerance and women’s rights. Education and sports are encouraged for girls, and many go on to study at university and beyond. Thanks to the inclusive learning space that has been fostered here, several young girls sat among the group excitedly holding their lute-like wooden rubabs. Next, three students demonstrated hareep music (the local term for traditional Hunza tunes), playing a stringed rubab outfitted with shimmering scales; a long, thin sitar; and the dadang, a thick, hand-held drum covered in red and green stripes. The hypnotic sounds filled the air and left me with a resounding sense of joy that the folk music of Central Hunza will prevail for a while longer. J Marshall-Tribaleye Images/Alamy Hunza cuisine often includes dried apricots and apricot oil (Credit: J Marshall-Tribaleye Images/Alamy)J Marshall-Tribaleye Images/Alamy Hunza cuisine often includes dried apricots and apricot oil (Credit: J Marshall-Tribaleye Images/Alamy) After making my way out of the cobblestoned streets of Old Altit, I drove back on the KKH toward what is arguably its most famous section: Upper Hunza, locally known as Gojal. Despite sharing a similar culture to Central Hunza, Gojalis speak Wakhi (which has no relation to Burushaski) and are believed to have migrated from the neighbouring Wakhan Corridor hundreds of years ago. Before the highway opened, it took days to travel between the two Hunza regions. Now, it was just an hour before the striking, azure-coloured Attabad Lake served as my welcome to the region. As natural as it may seem, Attabad Lake is actually artificial, and was born from tragedy. On 4 January 2010, a massive landslide obliterated several villages and blocked the flow of the Hunza River, creating an artificial lake in the process. Now surrounded by luxury hotels, the lake – named for a village the landslide destroyed – seemed to be the poster child of Hunza’s modernisation, as was the KKH’s latest ease-of-travel upgrade: a set of five “China-Pakistan Friendship Tunnels” that were completed in 2015 and looked as if they should be in a bustling metropolis rather than one of the world’s most remote regions. Samantha Shea Bozlanj Cafe serves up traditional Hunza dishes, which are very different to Pakistani food (Credit: Samantha Shea)Samantha Shea Bozlanj Cafe serves up traditional Hunza dishes, which are very different to Pakistani food (Credit: Samantha Shea) Yet as I drove just a few more kilometres down the road, I found the Bozlanj Cafe, a female-owned-and operated restaurant that was the kind of local eatery I was craving. While Pakistani food is typically very spice-heavy, spices don’t go beyond mint leaves in traditional Hunza cuisine, and delicacies often include apricot oil and yak meat. I ordered mool (a type of local cheese made with milk, sugar and an apple-vinegar mixture) and ghilmindi, a sandwich of two thin flatbreads stuffed with local yoghurt and nuts. Owners Malika Sultana and Rashida Begum told me that they started out by cooking local dishes they’d learned from their mothers and grandmothers before opening the restaurant in 2016. Originally tucked away in their home village of Gulmit, it’s now situated along an eye-catching bend of the KKH. “The [making of] cultural food was almost finished. Because our kids were not making it. Nobody was making it. And then we started, and now other women have joined us, and people are coming out to eat,” Sultana told me, as I sipped my bozlanj tea, the restaurant’s namesake that’s a wildflower indigenous to the region. I soon learned that Gojal, and particularly Gulmit, is a hub for female entrepreneurship. While only 20% of Pakistani women participate in the formal workforce overall – one of the lowest rates in the world –the women of Hunza Valley own restaurants, shops and even work as carpenters. And a short drive away from Sultana and Begum’s restaurant – where I got my first glimpse of the cathedral-shaped peaks known as the Passu Cones – is yet another example: Korgah, a female-run carpet factory inside a 400-year-old home. Samantha Shea Korgah is a female-run carpet factory located inside a 400-year-old home (Credit: Samantha Shea)Samantha Shea Korgah is a female-run carpet factory located inside a 400-year-old home (Credit: Samantha Shea) When I entered, five ladies sat working in a cosy room where intricately woven rugs hung among a multitude of photos and international awards. “We started in 1998, when KADO (Karakoram Area Development Organisation) trained 30 women of the area,” said Shamim Bano, who was born and raised in the village and now runs Korgah. She was part of that very first training initiative and has since worked with hundreds of other women from Gulmit and the region. Today, the factory is a popular tourist spot along the KKH, meaning that the women of Korgah are able to support their families all while also keeping the dying art of carpet weaving alive. “Our traditional rugs are [called] sharma or plos in Wakhi, made of yak or goat hair. This was in our culture for centuries, long before the training,” Bano explained, pausing work on a design that featured an ibex, a type of mountain goat. About an hour or so later, on the way back to Central Hunza, the Passu Cones faded behind me. Cows and sheep meandered along the roadside, and I passed elders carrying sheaths of grass on their backs in girans (thatched wooden baskets that have been used for centuries) –another aspect of traditional Hunza life that has survived modernisation. Samantha Shea The Passu Cones’ cathedral-shaped peaks are one of the most spectacular views on the KKH (Credit: Samantha Shea)Samantha Shea The Passu Cones’ cathedral-shaped peaks are one of the most spectacular views on the KKH (Credit: Samantha Shea) Architecturally magnificent as the Karakoram Highway is, it would be nothing without the people and culture of Hunza itself. As I coasted back into the ultra-modern tunnels, I thought of something Ruzik had said earlier: “The hope is that we’ve preserved this [culture] for 60 years or more.” As I coasted back into the ultra-modern tunnels, I thought of the various cultural custodians I’d met along my journey through Hunza Valley, from musicians to chefs and artisans. I can only hope that future travellers get a chance to meet them too, and experience what makes the Karakoram Highway so special. ChatGPT
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The Karakoram Highway (KKH), spanning 1,300 kilometers, winds its way through some of the most breathtaking rock formations on the globe. As I drove along, crisp mountain air filled the car, offering glimpses of towering peaks still cloaked in snow despite the summer sun. This stretch through Pakistan’s high-altitude Hunza Valley, aptly nicknamed “Shangri La” by British novelist James Hilton, was a testament to nature’s grandeur.
The KKH, often hailed as the “Eighth Wonder of the World,” is a road trip of unparalleled beauty, yet its existence remains unknown to many. Initially a part of the Silk Road, its construction by local communities over centuries paved the way for its official opening to vehicles in 1978. This monumental endeavor, involving over 24,000 Pakistani and Chinese workers, brought trade, tourism, and accessibility to this remote terrain.
Starting from Hasan Abdal near Pakistan’s capital and stretching to Kashgar in China’s Xinjiang region, the KKH’s allure lies not just in its length but also in its passage through the Karakoram Mountains. The 194-kilometer segment traversing the Hunza Valley is particularly enchanting, offering vistas of glaciers, alpine lakes, and snow-capped peaks from the comfort of your vehicle. Yet, it’s the valley’s rich tapestry of people and traditions that truly sets this part of the highway apart.
Tucked between Xinjiang and Afghanistan’s Wakhan Corridor, Hunza remained secluded for centuries, fostering its unique Burusho and Wakhi cultures. The Burushaski language, shrouded in mystery, reflects the valley’s enigmatic past, while its music and customs stand as living testaments to its heritage.
In Altit, home to a millennia-old fort, I encountered musician Mujib Ruzik, overlooking the majestic Rakaposhi and Diran peaks. Nearby, the Leif Larsen Music Center strives to preserve traditional melodies, imparting them to future generations. Through music, Ruzik lamented the waning connection to ancestral traditions among the youth, yet efforts like the music center offer hope for cultural continuity.
Venturing further into Upper Hunza, or Gojal, I marveled at Attabad Lake, born from tragedy yet emblematic of the region’s resilience. Amidst modernization, pockets of tradition endure, epitomized by places like Bozlanj Cafe, serving authentic Hunza cuisine and owned by enterprising women like Malika Sultana and Rashida Begum.
In Gulmit, female entrepreneurship thrives, exemplified by Korgah, a carpet factory preserving age-old weaving techniques. Shamim Bano, a trailblazer in her community, spoke of tradition interwoven with modernity, symbolized by their intricate designs adorning homes and tourist destinations alike.
As I bid farewell to the Passu Cones and Hunza Valley’s pastoral scenes, I reflected on the KKH’s architectural marvels juxtaposed with the resilience of its people. The highway, a conduit for progress, owes its magic not just to its engineering feats but to the living heritage of Hunza Valley. In the hope of sustaining this cultural legacy for generations to come, I embarked on my journey back through the tunnels, carrying with me the echoes of Hunza’s enduring spirit.