Naran
Naran isn’t just a summer retreat. It’s that one place where you lose your stress without even trying. The kind of town that greets you with chilly breezes, smiling locals, and pine trees that smell like freedom. I went there hoping for good views — I came back with good memories.
The journey from Mansehra to Naran is like flipping through a real-life photo album. Green hills, glacier-fed streams, sheep walking along the road, and chai dhabas that serve the best doodh-patti you’ve ever had. And once you reach Naran, it’s not about the hustle. It’s about soaking in the view, listening to the Kunhar River roar beside your hotel, and walking the foggy streets as if time doesn’t matter.
But the real magic? That starts when the sun goes down. A simple bonfire, a few strangers-turned-friends, and a sky full of stars that make you forget your phone even exists. Whether it’s boating in Saif-ul-Mulook, hiking to Siri Paye, or just eating trout fish by the riverside — Naran wraps you up in nature’s calm, and you never really want to leave.
