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 | | With each passing kilometre of the 34-kilometre journey from Abbotabad to Nathiagali, one can see, smell and feel a distinct change in scenery, lengthening of pine trees, freshness of air and rapid rise of altitude. |
 | | Having frequently visited Nathiagali, almost like a pilgrimage for the past thirty-odd years, one is saddened to notice an air of neglect, disorder and commercialism creeping over what was once a serene, quiet and peaceful retreat. |
 | | The streets which were once reserved for passer-bys, children and cyclists, are now raced by the smoke-emitting, truck-size Pajeros, driven by haughty politicians, bureaucrats and landlords, devastating the silence and serenity of nature with their power horns, extra-revving engines and missing mufflers. |
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