In Northern Pakistan, there is a one special place named Kalash Valley. We walked through the old road searching for that one special house. It's one of the oldest houses there, build from wood pieces, without using even one nail. We took a steppes up, and enter the one big room full of black smoke. Inside was sitting old lady, with her eyes painted pink. She invited us to take a seat near her. She was bootleging vodka! She took a glass and let us try. This was pretty hard hitting alcohol made of apricot. My girlfriend face was She laughed as hell seeing face of my girlfriend after taking a sip. Than, she poured a little on her hand, and also took a sip. It was the strangest, yet most amazing experience in our lifes.