side came gold, silver,iron, cosmetics, perfumes, ivory and glass.
Hunza,some people described it as the lands of fairytale, where the snowcapped hills are like the dancing floor for the Aphrodite. Where the rivers roar in excitement and brush the stones to make them pebbles. Where the soft breeze murmurs to divulge the centuries old secrets. Where the old pine trees still embrace the clouds with warmth and passion to swing the droplets onflexible twigs. A terrain of serenity, and beholder of eternal beauty that make the on looker oblivious of the worldly life.
The route went across the Hunza while taking traders along with their goods that influenced belief, ideas way of life and perception of the dwellers. Hunza, that mostly remains covered under the sacred gown of snow in winter the sensuous hilly contour and the luxurious vegetation become a magnet to all and sundry. The indigenous population becomes live in the vibrant spring season after a long freezing winter when the temperatures in negative scale, make the life null and void.
