Race with the Bus and truck (continued, p.2) "For our own good" hotel "Tourist Hotel" We kept it until the next morning when he arrived another Iranian police escort to accompany us on the five-kilometer stretch of road to border with Pakistan. Upon arrival, all kinds of people sent us to the right official to complete the paperwork, then we can finally get out of Iran. We also said goodbye to Sarah, who decided to search their own bus to Quetta. Iranian desert, we were told that Iran is very different from Pakistan, and we are convinced of their own experience. Taftan - a dusty, desert town with a one-story buildings, randomly scattered over a large area. People here live mostly on the drivers of transit vehicles, which run regularly between the two countries. We translated the clock by only thirty minutes ahead, at least with this we had no problems. But by the time we have issued all required entry documents to Pakistan, was already noon, and we realized that not get Quetta that evening. Pakistan customs staff were very nice people. They eagerly invited us to stay in office in the morning when their escort would conduct us to most of Quetta, which was located at a distance of 640 km. As a result, we proposed a bunk with John in the house of one of the customs officers, which also became for us a challenge. We were settled in a room with air conditioning, which worked at full capacity all night. He blew just in my sleeping bag. In addition, he has tapped the blades. John pumped his inflatable mattress, but at night all the air out of it came out. So that by the time I fell asleep, John has already flipped channels in the company of our host. In the morning we washed by a small amount of water which we managed to scrounge. We wanted to leave, despite the fact that we both did not sleep and tired. Customs in Taftane trip to Quetta was tough and surprising. You must understand that our way lay very close to the Afghan border, and the nearer we approached Quetta, the more we thought about their own safety. The road was in places no wider than a footpath, occasionally encountered bumps that shook the car and us along with it, if we did not notice them in time. Once in front of our car there was three of those irregularities. The road to check the documents stopped us often. Prior to the Quetta was still 95 km, and it was already 6:00 pm. Also with us was a car escort, who was driving very slowly. At some point he stopped, and soldiers escort a broad happy smile said: "Sam in Quetta. Fly. " It happened right after we passed the town of Nushki. The road was good, but cost us only to go off the dirt road as the board of the escort of soldiers seemed to us a mockery. After sunset, we continued. Our advice to everyone who travels by car in this part of Pakistan: "Do not repeat our mistakes!" The way the night turns into a deadly trap. Signs on the highway almost no bumps full of, markup is bad, no light, but still nowhere to be found signs to orient, in which actually the direction we're going. At some point, we thought that we were going in the opposite direction. We immediately turned around and found another road that seemed more accurate. As a result, she has led us directly to Quetta. German tourists we went to the toll road, and when asked whether we would get on this road in Quetta, it seemed to all that we are joking. By that time we already knew that, at 7 pm in the city started a curfew, but we're still trying to figure out driving directions. In the end, we were told that the city is 10 km. Soon appeared the city lights, but then we had to stop to check documents, which the police conducted jointly with the military. We were warned that Quetta is located in the high risk area and there is dangerous. Then we were told the good news. We are going to hold up to the city. Do we know where to stay? "Hotel Bloom Star" - we replied. In the past, this hotel was a favorite refuge of many travelers. There was a guarded parking, lovely courtyard garden and the standard, but comfortable. Also, hotel staff can give advice about our onward journey. Had three escort vehicles, traveled six checkpoints (to avoid stopping at traffic police), we arrived in town around 9 pm. Start material: Completion of material:
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