With this unforgiving beauty in sight, I left Zuluk continuing on this ancient, ancient trail; climbing further into dizziness. With each passing curve the wilderness became more and more profound. The landscape became ever more surreal and barren. Dotted with stubborn vegetation, we were soon driving through the pristine Tukla valley. It strangely resembled a huge terrace, guarded by mountains through which the road, a black silken thread, faded away into the ever-distant horizon, with not a single sign of life around. The stark beauty and isolation of the valley is something to behold, so much so that one might manage to hear the sounds of silence reverberating across the valley and the mountains.