Adventurers are often considered as lone wolves, social misfits or even outcasts. Misunderstood by their friends and foolish in their meretricious existence, they tend to travel alone, romanticize the esoteric and only later realize that they are trendsetters. Occasionally, by choice or by circumstance, we find ourselves in the company of other adventurers, huddled in bomb shelters, or squeezed into native huts.

The reality is that danger creates a special fellowship. You'll find instant camaraderie whether you are sitting around a small fire drinking Coca-Cola or Peshawari Qahwa and discussing politics as the sun rises at Makshpori mountains, or shivering in a mountain hut in Chitral Valley while arguing about the firing rates of automatic weapons or growing inflation in the country. These serendipitous friendships under adversity create bonds and memories. It is not surprising that these adventurers would seek to re-create the boisterous warm feelings that many of them had around foreign campfires. Back in the real world, we do long for those clear, crisp moments when minds met and the world made sense.