I've heard about your bridge," the seller remarked. He asked if the roads to Korphe could be traveled by jeep.
" If it doesn't start raining,Greg replied " Can you deliver the cable?"
" Inshallah."
Allah willing. It was a good answer. Now that he had everything he needed, Greg hoped the bridge could be finished before the winter. Then, next spring, work on the school could start.
Greg took a jeep from Skardu to the town of Askole. As he traveled, it started to rain, and the rain turned into a downpour. A monsoon had swept in. The jeep driver refused to continue on the muddy road from Askole to Korphe, so Greg set off on foot. The men of Korphe met him, hours later,and took him over to the village in the hanging basket. On either side of the river, slabs of granite were stacked high. They had been cut from the local hillsides and would be used to create the two towers between which the bridge would be built.