From Kerman I reached Zahedan, I should to say that I was a little afraid, so everyone told me that Zahedan, and all Balochistan wasn't safe. But at the end I discovered that, despite it's not the best place of Iran, Zahedan was a quite safe place. On next day early morning I got to the border, I wanted to bargain, but taxi driver charged me 40.000 Rials, a lot of money, if I think that the car was full... But I couldn't argue the price.
After crossing Iran check Point, I arrived to desolated Pakistan border, no one was there for receiving me, in fact I could have crossed the border without passing by passport control, definetly I arrived to Pakistan! on the border I changed the money with a fucking shark who charged me a huge comission, but there was no other option, so Taftan, the border town, is a desolated place. After waiting for more than six
hours, at the end I could take the bus to Quetta. Before departing the bus was full of sand or flour bags, I don't know, so when the roof was full, the guys full bus corridor as well, the bus was so dirty and dusty... But the passengers were still diertier than bus, despithe of their hospitality, Baluchis are fuckin' pigs! after the long way by the isolated road, I reached Quetta at the end, as I arrived at 4 in the morni
ng, I slepted at bus station sofa, really quiet and confortable. I woke up, it was 9 in the morning, just a kid was at waiting room. I stood up and when I was in the street, I've realized that suddlenly I've arrived to India: Dirty streets, donkeys and goats on the road, rickshaws, smoke.... and good food at the end!
From Kerman I reached Zahedan, I should to say that I was a little afraid, so everyone told me that Zahedan, and all Balochistan wasn't safe. But at the end I discovered that, despite it's not the best place of Iran, Zahedan was a quite safe place. On next day early morning I got to the border, I wanted to bargain, but taxi driver charged me 40.000 Rials, a lot of money, if I think that the car was full... But I couldn't argue the price. 
After crossing Iran check Point, I arrived to desolated Pakistan border, no one was there for receiving me, in fact I could have crossed the border without passing by passport control, definetly I arrived to Pakistan! on the border I changed the money with a fucking shark who charged me a huge comission, but there was no other option, so Taftan, the border town, is a desolated place. After waiting for more than six 
hours, at the end I could take the bus to Quetta. Before departing the bus was full of sand or flour bags, I don't know, so when the roof was full, the guys full bus corridor as well, the bus was so dirty and dusty... But the passengers were still diertier than bus, despithe of their hospitality, Baluchis are fuckin' pigs! after the long way by the isolated road, I reached Quetta at the end, as I arrived at 4 in the morni
ng, I slepted at bus station sofa, really quiet and confortable. I woke up, it was 9 in the morning, just a kid was at waiting room. I stood up and when I was in the street, I've realized that suddlenly I've arrived to India: Dirty streets, donkeys and goats on the road, rickshaws, smoke.... and good food at the end!
