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Coming back down from the maze-like paths of Kaghalasht, the sight of Bonnie refreshed the memories of 10 years ago. After a short distance, we entered and we had entered Bonnie. "Bonnie" is a lush green tourist destination. Most of the tourists take the way back from here. As soon as I entered Boni (A dangerous rough road up to Mastuja and then Phandar), I first decided to go to the garden where I plucked fruit alone ten years ago. He ate and sat for hours thinking.
Passing through the narrow streets (which used to be green fields at that time), I reached this place. Did ... the polo match ended a few moments before we arrived at the field and the riders were returning to their homes (practice matches were taking place in view of the Shandor Polo Festival).
It was time for Asr. After praying in the mosque in front of the square, after sitting in the mosque for a while, after relieving the fatigue, he went to see some other places where memories were associated.
Our relationship with the paved road was broken and we had been connected to the dirt road for a few days now. When we went a little further, the darkness of the evening added a little bit of trouble. The light darkness gradually became darker. The journey continued for 2 more hours. Leaving a bike behind. Some of our comrades had gone far ahead. When they were not seen coming back for a long time, alarm bells started ringing. The front tire of the bike has exploded and we have received a stop order.
We camped there and waited for them. Feeling hungry, we picked freshly picked apricot shoppers. It was 9 o'clock. The night was getting dark and there were no signs of the ! population in the distance. Well, there was no permission to move on. We didn't have to wait long. About 40 minutes later, a faint light appeared from Dovovor.
When the recognition increased a little more, everyone breathed a sigh of relief that these beasts are not their paws. What In half an hour we were in Mastuja. It was about ten o'clock in the night. After enjoying a soft bed for two days, no one thought of a more soft bed today. Today a tent will be set up. When he didn't find it, he decided to go back a little and set up a tent in an open field.
As usual, it was Muneeb's responsibility to take out the utensils, take out the stove, put on the stove, soak the rice, and start preparing the spices. Go (take out cucumber and onion) Muneeb cut the cucumber and I ate it. I was not taking the name of a thief to get up. Well, I put the rice in the prepared plates and entered the tent.
And the crackers were looking at the pickles as if they were looking at Nama Amal and as soon as they saw it, they fell on the rice. I don't know who uttered the words in a soft voice (Dude, bring cucumber and listen to it for morning salad) Muneeb and I looked at each other's mouths. These words came out (Hey, shoot the cucumbers, I will eat them in the morning, there is no time for a salad).
The roar of the river in the morning, the chirping of birds and the rays of the sun played their part in waking everyone up. Five minutes later, we were standing in front of the petrol pump.
