Life and Death on the Karakoram Highway
A posting with bags of promise and the chance to undertake a long-held dream. My wife and I flew to Pakistan with excitement in our eyes and hope in our hearts.
2004 “There’s a job going in Islamabad,” I remarked. “It would be on promotion if I got it.” My wife frowned. “Pakistan?” “Yes. It’d be an amazing opportunity. You know I’ve always wanted to explore that part of the world.” I paused. “And there are fantastic trekking opportunities in the north–you know, the Pamirs and Himalayas. And I could travel the Karakoram Highway, following the old silk routes across the high passes...
