Upon arriving in Gulmarg, the mountains are hidden in low fog, and the place is covered in a fresh dumping of snow. But I can see where the gondola heads up into the clouds. I wasn’t sure where the rest of my crew was so, I have Brashir drop me at one of the local hotels that offered Internet. As I attempt to walk around looking for the crew, I run across Kashmiris with wooden sleds pulling young children, Indian skiers in gear from the 80s waiting at the gondola, and monkeys feasting on the trash outside of a hotels along with the local ravens. After about an hour I give up and have a beer. Gulmarg is in a state of near completion. Almost all of the buildings are half way done but may never get finished as the war between the two states have driven the tourists away.