Asr time friend called that we are coming to you tomorrow, I said welcome to him, the next day at around 5 pm he left Lahore and reached me at 2 pm, due to the rush on GT road, he took 4 hours. In the 6th trip, he ran away from Lahore and came to me for the purpose of tourism. As Kashmir is near to my house, we decided to go to Kashmir, but due to the lockdown in those days, entry into Kashmir was closed. Decided to go to the capital.
After sleeping for 2 hours in the night, we got up at 5 am and had country breakfast of bread, butter, sugar, eggs and tea and at 6 am we four friends left for Islamabad, near Jhelum our plan changed from Islamabad to Murree. After two and a half hours when we reached Islamabad, we thought that we are going to Murree, why don't we go through Nithia Gully, from Kashmir to Islamabad, from Islamabad to Murree and then from Murree to NathiyaGali.
As soon as we left Islamabad towards Murree, after a distance of about 10 km, there was a strict blockade of the highway police on the expressway, no tourists were allowed to enter Murree. Every vehicle driver was being sent back except them. Whose father's name comes in the Pakistani elite, after standing in a long queue, he also showed us the way back, meanwhile I noticed a local standing there who was making this border crossing, he paid 1500 Demanded but the matter was finalized in 1000.
Took the agent along and after about two kilometers from where the police station was, there was a local road leading to the villages.
Our driver brother didn't have a license and he forgot the car papers at home in a hurry. As soon as we entered Murree, the traffic warden issued a challan and also warned us that no one should be seen in NithiyaGali. Even the case will not be allowed to enter because Pakhtunkhwa Police is showing no mercy to anyone, since we had now made up our minds for NithiyaGali, it was not possible to settle for dead.
As soon as we left for NithiyaGali from Murree, we saw a Pathan Bhai at a wagon stand at a place who was waiting for the vehicle. After stopping the vehicle, I tried to ask Khan Sahib about the entry situation in NithiyaGali. also said the same thing as the traffic warden of Murree did. Khan Sahib was a resident of Nithia street, so we will be Khan Sahib's guest so that the police will not stop us as Khan Sahib's guest, Khan Sahib also sat with us and let's go
At Barian, where we entered Pakhtunkhwa, there was once again a long queue for us, but there was no stopping the protocol officers, perhaps there was a minister or his relatives. Khan was also sitting on the driving seat, but the policeman behaved harshly. He turned back saying that there is a Journal Sahib ahead (NithiyaGali). The way back was not looking good for us either, so Khan Sahib drove the car from Bariyan once again on the thief road and then half way. Hours later we will come to the same road from where we were returned, now there was no check post and no warden ahead, tall mountains, cypress trees touching the sky, monkeys playing on the sides of the road, now it seemed that We are a completely different world from Punjab, where there was only peace, finally we will reach NithiyaGali through the mediation of Khan Sahib, thanked Khan Sahib and said goodbye and had lunch at Donga Gali.
After reaching NithiyaGali, we took a tour guide who made us visit the local settlements, a waterfall in NithiyaGali and the Governor House side, the sun had set, all the clouds of Abbottabad had descended on the market of NithiyaGali, to walk on the road. People were walking, the newly married couple were chatting and enjoying coffee and tea together and looking at them with longing eyes with quivering lips like us.
The aromas of the food whetted the appetite even more, somewhere a pan was being cooked and somewhere there was the smell of a roast, there was a restaurant owner who was making Chargha in a delicious way, but when we ordered, we found out that all the skewers were on skewers. Peace has been sold and when I ordered Afghani pilaf, it was also sold out. Tourism was closed here and if you want to place an order for kadahi, you won't get it before an hour.
When we got up from there, there was a big lighting signboard in front of our motel, "cracker roast", so we decided to eat roast, but when the roast came out, it was completely against our taste, it was wrapped in chillies and other spices. The chicken was fried and then chillies were served along with the roast.
The night was very quiet in Nithia Gali, in the morning we will start trekking. After 2 hours, we reached Muskpuri top where there was nothing but peace. From this top, 9 to 10 thousand feet high, we could see the mountain range of Murree, white. Flowers, green grass and musk are the reason for beauty.
From NithiyaGali, we now left for Abbottabad, on the way the clouds seemed to have surrounded us, the mountains became even more beautiful in the rain, some pieces of clouds are going to the east and some to the west.
This whole way was so beautiful that it became a memory of our life. On the way to Abbottabad, we had tandoori paratha, special black gram and dudhpati from a wonderful restaurant. It cannot happen that a person is in a relationship and goes back without taking their gift. He reached Pindi from Abbottabad via Hazara Motorway and had dinner at Kharian Shinwari and bade farewell to his friends for Lahore.
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