Taking a one-day trip up to Mansehra tomorrow. I don’t have an exciting story for it yet, so why don’t you guys make one up?
Once upon a time at 5:30 in the morning, Abez set off for Mansehra. The car, coated in its usual layer of protective dust, bounced peppily along the series of bumps euphamistically called ‘The Highway,’ as Abez sang a happy tune and ate lots and lots of peanut brittle. Then suddenly…
