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Lahore: Blood on the Tracks | William Dalrymple | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Lahore
The railways are now such a part of the everyday life of the subcontinent that it is difficult today to take in the revolution they bought about, or the degree to which they both created and destroyed the India of the Raj
On The Frontier | William Dalrymple | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Peshawar
Violence is to the North West frontier what religion is to the Vatican. It is a raison d’etre, a way of life, an obsession, a philosophy
Peshawar | Andrew Mueller | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Peshawar
Peshawar has spent its history as a combination of market, safe haven, staging post and recruiting centre for centuries of merchants, soldiers, mercenaries, refugees, journalists, diplomats, spies,
Wild at Heart | Amar Grover | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Peshawar
"Come, sir, for firing" said a voice at my side. We strolled into a shop, its frontage painted luridly with arms and ammo. The proprietor ordered tea while I studied his range of weaponry - pistols, breechloaders and automatic rifles, machine-guns and, err, sub-machine-guns. Call me old-fashioned but I rather fancied firing a musket. "Show me one" he said, "I make in three days". They say any Darra gunsmith worth his salt can replicate any gun quickly and accurately
Letter From the North West Frontier | Justine Hardy | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Peshawar
A Slice of Hunza High | John Borthwick | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Karachi
They've never heard of Hunza Pie in Hunza...Instead, I settle for a mountain-style cappuccino made on a tiny machine that an enterprising young Hunzakot has shipped up from Karachi, far to the south
Chitral | Amar Grover | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Chitral
As the noisy old Fokker cleared strands of fir and turbulence at the Lowari Pass, I gazed out across the crinkled Hindu Kush. It was tempting to feel smug but Chitral's airfield packed one last drama. Our plane dipped between bare valley walls, houses flashed by above and just when it seemed we might plop into sinuous tongues of river, the wheels bumped home and dry
Letter from the Northwest Frontier | Justine Hardy | Pakistan, North West Frontier, Wana
Those historic, hirsute North West Frontier warriors of South Waziristan had been throwing bricks and firing their Kalashnikovs at the helicopter of the area commander of the South Waziristan Scouts, who in turn had just been flying through to check out the lay of the land