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In the blink of an eye there was a razor to my neck. I had committed the ultimate rookie tourist error, suckered into compliance by a few friendly encounters that lulled me into dropping my guard. I was on the outskirts of a remote village in replica Bell & Ross watches northern Pakistan in a room filled with men all staring intently, waiting to hear what the foreigner would say or do to determine his fate.The razor was cold and smooth against my neck. I could sense the barbers skill by the way he handled the blade. My mind raced. If I said the wrong thing there would be hell to pay, and no doubt the guy behind the video camera would be posting the disastrous results for all to see.The clock was ticking. I measured my words carefully. “A little off the sides, please.

And see if there’s anything you can do about that bald area on top.” The barber moved in with grace and precision. The gallery sat back in their seats, replica Louis Vuitton watches smiling at the foreigner’s well-chosen words. Yes, this man had skills with a razor. I was just another unkempt head in a long line of many.All part of my Skardu experience. Thank God for airplanes, specifically, the one that flies very irregularly from Islamabad and upon which we were lucky enough to score seats. This 1-in-5 chance had saved us two long days of bus travel on the Karakorum Highway, a dramatic adventure in itself but one that most climbers find harrowing. Skardu is a dry, dusty town with a dirt main street, packed shoulder-to-shoulder with ramshackle shops of every description. But beneath the suce there’s something kinda cool about the place. It’s sitting in the bottom of a beautiful river valley, surrounded by high peaks. It’s got the kind of high-energy yet laid back vibe of other mountain towns. The people here are salt-of-the-earth kind of people. If you wave at them they smile and wave back.

Kids of all ages are running loose everywhere you replica Oris watches look.Skardu is the launching point for expeditions and trekkers heading up the Baltoro, Biafo, and Trango glaciers or the Deosai Plains, which means it has plenty of adequate hotels with hot showers and even WiFi connections. However, you won’t find a multiplex cinema or a Starbucks or even a sidewalk cafe here. So when we heard there was a polo match being played we grabbed the cameras and headed out.Polo is a big deal ‘round these parts, and spectators told me Pakistanis played freestyle polo--meaning no referees and few rules--a fact of which the locals were quite proud of, almost holding in disdain the genteel version practiced by westerners. We spent the rest of the day wandering the dusty streets picking up last-minute gear--snow stakes, gas canisters, batteries, potato chips--before we swung towards the outskirts for the last lid spin of the next two months.