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Altit Fort Hunza

It was still drizzling when we reached the fort. As soon as we stepped out of the bus a chilly wind blew past us. Although I was wearing that thick parachute jacket yet I was shivering.  It was past midday and was still very cold. We walked to the ticket house and the boys went in to buy.

‘This place sure is old. Look at the track it's stoned and cranky.’ Omaina pointed out.
‘Yet it's well maintained. You won't see this much maintenance anywhere else in Pakistan.’ I added.
‘Yes it sure is. These Agha khanis are doing good job here.’ said Api.
‘Oh look at the trees is that apple or peach?’ inquired Omama.

‘Nether i think these are Apricot trees.’
‘How come?  Apricots are not this orange.’
‘These are orange in color, just like we saw in Quetta remember.’ Apa reminded.
‘Yeah I remember they tasted amazing. Maybe these taste good too.’  Omama said with a watery mouth.
‘Let's go, they are saying they'll send our guide in a moment.’ Bhaiya said as he came out of the wooden hut. ‘I'm surprised they are charging too much here. I hope the guide provides us worthwhile information.’
‘Inshallah we'll  make it worthwhile, you don't worry.’ I assured.
‘Kids we are here have information about these places so don't hesitate to ask what ever comes in your mind. Don't be shy they are the guides and they know all the things there is about these forts.’ Bhaiya said excitedly.
Before we entered the forts premises there came a small market to our both sides. Shops of jewelry and stone show pieces plus the embroidered stuff. An exact duplicate of the market on which our guest house was situated.