Up early again - woken by Mosques issueing the call to pray. Chiade cooks breakfast - rehydrated fried potatoes with bacon bits.
Hmmm - not exactly the best of meals - like cardboard but cooked with dry powdered fat. Heat it up thouhg and it turns to goo…
Off we head for the Muzzafrabad at last. The road have milestones every few kilometers but none of them say M-bad. They all say Balakot and another town in that valley. According to the map - this is not the right way.
Eventually we come to a mountain pass with tourist map and that clears it up a bit. We can go this way and double back on our selves. A car does stop though to help our plight.
Given we are trying to make a feed time to get our package to London this is again a bit nerve racking.
