Waking up in the morning, the view is just as great. I must have been sleepy still as I crashed the bike. Good thing I don't have a 300 kg monster to lift up. No damage this time. I go back to toward the main road, but instead end up on a small path next to the river. There a re many bridges crossing the river and these wooden suspended bridges all pretty iconic of the region. I love them. This one is definitely NOT following the safety rules of the EU commission. I walked it on foot. No way I'm bringing the bike here. No room for mistake. The next one was a little better, I guess. Let's find out. Sorry for the shaky video. It looks like I'm drunk and swerving across the bridge. It's just the bridge itself swinging behind me! it's a pretty weird feeling, like you didn't know how to ride anymore... that's the kind of fun you can have in those countries. I push on down the valley, until the next town and a proper petrol station. The main Ghizer valley is oriented west-east, but there are many side valleys going north. These are famous for trekking, and although I'm not going to hike much, I want to explore one. So I head up Yasin valley, straight north toward the Afghan border. No, the road doesn't go all the way to the border, but there are high passes that lead to Wakhan from there. I stop at a first checkpoint to write down my details, where they tell me there are many guesthouse up there to chose from. The ride is great, mostly OK pavement. Arriving at the main town, I'm blocked by a gate at another checkpoint. I get to meet with the head of the police. There's not much going on here and a tourist arriving on his own is something of a novelty. And, I'm sensing, a burden too. Something to watch over very closely. So the guy offers me to show me to a guesthouse. It's a win-win, as I don't have to look around to much and they know exactly where I'll be staying. Sometimes you have bad surprises as they lead you to big, expensive hotels. But there's nothing remotely like that in this villages. So we end up in a very nice house with 3-4 rooms for guests. It's empty so they're pretty happy to see somebody arriving. I'm not sure about the Chinese architecture style, it's not even one-of-a-kind here. Must be trendy. Incidentally I must have caught a stomach bug or something and I'm not feeling well. So I decide to rest here a couple days before moving on. The owner is just so nice, and attentive, it's too bad he or nobody else speaks English.. except the cops. After making sure I'm OK and telling me not to wander out at night (like there was a stripper club down the street), the police split. I ask for hot water so they set up this nice water heater for me. En suite ! I take a shower, a couple aspirins and hit the (nice) bed without dinner.