Night descended and the convoy travelled in the darkness of the valley. The cars’ headlamps chased the dark away, but just one small part of it. The mountains on either side of the road sat like giants - curious, strange, and making one feel a sense of incomparable ancient-ness and majesty. They appeared like mysterious warriors guarding some secret and would crush the puny humans to bits under their feet at any moment. 

The road got rougher and rougher in the valley, and narrower and narrower till it had turned into a goat path. The convoy was forced to stop. 

“Mr Kabir, have you led us to the wrong place?” Tang Yu-Yan alighted and asked. 

Kabir shook his head. “I am familiar with every inch of Afghan soil. The place you want to go is the Bamiyan Valley, and this is that place. We are now in the deepest part of the valley. My job is done. Can you pay me the rest of the money now?” 

Tang Yu-Yan wrinkled her brows. “Our deal is for you to bring us back safely to White Rock Tribe territory before we pay you the remaining amount...