Our next stop in Malaysia was the Cameron Highlands. Driving up into the Highlands, the temperature and humidity dropped - a large factor as to why this is such a popular destination for Malaysians and foreign tourists alike.
Arriving back at the home-stay, we'd had a brilliant day. Yet another highlight to add to our ever growing list, and yet another amazing experience in Pakistan.
It was early afternoon by the time we set off for Skardu. At just under 2500 metres, the city is the gateway to the 'eight-thousander' peaks - K2, the Gasherbrums, Broad Peak, and the Trango Towers. Busy, and touristy, it is a popular starting point for multiple mountain treks. We did not have enough time left in Pakistan for a trek, but wanted to drive there (and then back to Gilgit via Deosai National Park) purely to enjoy the journey and the scenery.
Our day started in a gorgeous wild camping spot, in the valley, not too far from the Hunza river. From the top of the hill came three teenage boys, making their way down the steep mountainside with expertise rivalled only by mountain goats. They came carrying a huge carrier bag of plums. Our breakfast.
The Khunjerab pass is at 4700 metres, and, like in China, the customs and immigration offices are further down the road at a lower altitude. The 55 mile drive there was absolutely stunning. The road was in great condition, and we were surrounded by the breathtaking Karakorum mountains. We made multiple stops for photos, although they did not do the sights justice. It made our trials and tribulations in China completely worth it.
The flat landscapes of Romania, and with them, (we hoped) less rain and hotter temperatures, were calling us.
It was time to leave Bosnia & Herzegovina. Due to the time of year and the mountains, most of our time there had been cold and wet. Nonetheless, it was a wonderful little country to visit.
On the horizon was a snow topped mountain range. Wonderfully foreboding, it acted as a nice piece of symbolism to mark the part of our journey in which we left Western Europe behind us and journeyed into Eastern Europe.
After more planning than we could ever imagine, countless injections, too many goodbyes, and weeks on weeks of final preparations, we were finally ready to start our journey to Australia. Singapore bound, first stop, France.
Our trip to Morocco was more than a success. For Chris and I it was not just a holiday, but a test of; could we do it, could we afford it, and more importantly, did we enjoy it? Luckily the answer to all of the above was yes. At times the trip was difficult but the lows of the trip just added to the adventure, and left us with a story to tell when we got back. And, as my (not so) little sister wisely tells me, if nothing else, do it for the story.