Glaciers and tribal dancing: William and Kate visit Pakistan’s north
Bumburate, Pakistan | AFP | Wednesday 10/17/2019 – 03:18 UTC+8 By: Farooq Naeem and Muhammad Daud Wearing traditional headgear and clapping to…
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