It was a dream come true to have done everything necessary to enter Afghanistan and then to finally make it to the last village in the Wakhan to start this trek. Unfortunately, the sour yoghurt and the chai with unknown floating objects in it I consumed the day before from some friendly locals in the village of Ptukh caught up to me. Luckily, I met a tourist from Belgium who had just finished trekking and was able to give me some Amoxicillin. Going up and over Deliz Pass was a mission, and I thought I was going to throw up right on the trail. But, to be honest, I felt like pushing myself to this limit was also pushing out all of the toxins, even if it wasn't. I usually do treks like these alone, but I was so happy to have Daduk out there with me for the 9 days I spent trekking in the Wakhan. I learned a lot about his life, his aspirations, and the culture and lifestyle of people living in the Wakhan Corridor. I've said it before and I will say it again: Nothing is better than exploring the landscapes of a foreign country while simultaneously receiving a significant cultural exchange. My love for Afghanistan can not be put into words. Enjoy this video of the two hottest days of the trek, where me and Daduk traverse the Wakhan River east towards Lake Chaqmaqtin. Don't forget to Subscribe if you enjoy my content, like this video, and leave a comment down below telling me your thoughts.