Bamyan - a hidden gem


By Sarah-Jean Cunningham and 
Lorenzo Tugnoli

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When people think of Afghanistan they usually think of the decades of war, of the dirty politics, of the corruption and the images of poverty, death and misery.
I like to show a different side to the story in my blog. A side that is light, optimistic and beautiful; a side that exists both in an overwhelming abundance and in the most unexpected corners of the country. Bamyan, best known for its historic Buddha statues blown up by the Taliban 10 years ago, is one of those gems of beauty. A short but turbulent helicopter ride to the central highland’s province took me and the talented photographer Lorenzo Tugnoli on a mini ski adventure in the glorious mountains that surround the centre of Bamyan.
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Rah-e-Abrisham, an Afghan tour company based in Bamyan is one of the first in Afghanistan that specialises in outdoor activities. Bamyan is one of the safest provinces in the country and the relaxed vibe of the small town makes for the perfect weekend get-away for us Kabulis. The thing about tourism in Agfghanistan is that inevitably you end up hiking through minefields. Cleared ones, but nonetheless minefields. Actually I have learnt a lot of navigating my way through minefields since arriving in the country. You’re supposed to stay between the white rocks and avoid the red ones. Unfortunately the red and white rocks lay scattered in a haphazard way after the winter rains and snow washes them away, leaving us guesstimating the correct path.

Besides the excitement of dodging land mines, the sight of the forgotten Shahr-e-Gholgola (the City of Screams) were stunning and instantly brought us back to the 13th century when the massacre of the city by Gengis Khan took place in revenge for the murder of his favourite grandson, which eerily lead to the city being renamed the City of Screams.

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The City of Screams
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In the Buddha caves
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Volleyball at the foot of the City of Screams
So then came the skiing. So when I say skiing, what I actually mean is a hell of a lot of hiking up a snowy mountain with heavy equipment and then a short but sweet ski downhill. Despite the physically strenuous challenge of getting up the mountain, it was undoubtedly enthralling to be the only people on the mountain absorbing the fresh air and stunning views. Though the snow made for difficult skiing as the strong spring sun was already melting the winter snow.

Our ski guide was an Italian mountaineer, flown in by the Agha Khan Foundation to support this tourism project and promote ski in the province. Our Italian certainly was a character, whipping his Afghan team into shape with in a harsh but pedagogical tone whilst warmly admitting that they had become like family to him during his three months in the country.

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'Nando' the extraordinary mountain guide
The local children looked on in amazement at the foreigners dressed in strange outfits, whilst they trod around in the snow in flimsy-looking shoes and a shalwar kameez. One boy had ingeniously put together a pair of make-shift skis, made from planks of wood bound to his boots with rope. Apparently Nando spotted some raw talent in the boy and immediately arranged for him to join the Bamyan ‘ski school’ and be trained to become a ski guide in time for the next ski season in Afghanistan. The boy, although somewhat reserved, seemed to show a hint of excitement at the prospect.

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Do-it-yourself skis
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Still lacking electricity, decent roads, and other amenities, Bamyan is still a long way from being a top touristic destination. However, it’s moving in the right direction and has the perfect mix of relaxation, stunning scenery and fun activities, already having hosted Afghanistan's first winter games last year. Who knows, with the arrival on the long-rumoured international airport, Bamyan in the future could be bustling with tourists hungry for an adventure and a dose of the peaceful side to Afghanistan.
Full slideshow here
 
 

Bamyan
The Afghan Dream

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empty Buddha niches of Bamyan
Looking over the Bamyan Valley in the early fresh morning, watching the mist sail past the empty Buddha niches, almost exploring them before moving on, sends a feeling of absolute completeness over me. To feel complete is something that we all strive for. In love, work, experiences and dreams. So I savour this moment, as who knows when it may disappear.
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Bamyan valley - view from my room
Bamyan is a magical place, one which I will never forget. There I felt far away from congested Kabul, far away from the breaking news stories of how the ‘war on terror’ is or, in most cases, isn’t progressing. The Afghanistan in Bamyan is another world. It is peaceful, clean and rich in the history that binds the people together.
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women of Bamyan.
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dinner and sharing stories at the end of the day
Two and a half hours west of the Buddhas lies Band-e-Amir ‘The Commandar’s Dam’. Before coming to Afghanistan I had heard so many stories about this place from friends who tried to describe to me the beauty of these six lakes. I must confess, they failed! Because as we approached the site, the first glimpse of deep lapis lazuli coloured water glittering in the sun literally took my breath away.

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Band-e-Haibat
Band-e-Amir on a Friday is full of Afghan families picnicing under the waterfalls that surround the lakes. Some take advantage of its so-called magical powers and bathe in the icy water, in the hope that they will be cured of their diseases. Women walk along enjoying the cool sensation offered to them by dipping their feet playfully along the shoreline. Boys make fools of themselves trying to impress each other with tricks in the water.
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debating about whether to dive in to the icy water. I opted for 'NO'
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aerial shot of the lakes
After a feast of tender meat and potatoes, cooked in a portable pressure cooker, eastern by the side of a spectacular waterfall, me and my Afghan friends set on our way to walk around the lakes. To my delight, after Band-e-Haibat (the largest of the six lakes) we came across some smaller lakes, which were almost private pools made secret by surrounding foliage. Here the water was warmer and much more inviting. The temptation to strip off and plunge into the pool was overwhelming, but in front of my Afghan colleagues I thought I should retain a hint of decency.
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'private' pools
So, I promised myself I would come back to this spot and fulfil that desire.

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