Picture this, I have my earphones on, and I am riding into one of the most scenic valleys of Kalash.
It’s warm, and summer is just around the corner. This is my first time riding here, so I have to be super careful
with the steep turns and narrow road. I make a turn to one such sharp bend and see a green pickup truck
coming from the opposite direction, about 400–500 meters away.

Since the road couldn’t fit both of us at the same time, I stopped to let him pass. He passes, and just when I thought he would go ahead, he stops… on a curve, where one of my legs was literally at the edge of the mountain.

I think to myself, “Oh, he must be another local curious about my motorcycle adventure.”