A day without cycling

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We cycle only for a few kilometres and then we arrive at the bus stop. From here we have to find a bus that will take us to Quetta. Soon we find a nice bus an after we agreed about the price we take our bags off. A strange man arrives and tells us that this bus won’t leave and that we should take his bus. We don’t trust him at all and ask our money back and we decide to go and look for another bus. A couple of hundred meters away from this man we run in to a friendly bus driver who is leaving soon to Quetta. Together with the bus boys I climb on the roof of the bus to make sure that our bikes and bags are safe.

With pain in our hearts we are going through the dessert. It’s almost incredible that this area is so dangerous. You don’t see anything except sand and a small straight line which is the road. There are supposed to be rebels here which kidnap tourists to receive money. Despite this we have the feeling that we could cycle in this area. Safety first is nice, but it gives me a “f-feeling’. We are treated as VIPs in the bus. It’s nice to talk with the bus driver and his crew. They smile a lot and they are joking all the time. A big difference with the serious people in Iran, and it feels good.