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We did nothing today but it was still interesting, for me at least. We woke up to the streets of Pakistan. Actually I woke up several times in the night o the drumming sound of heavy rain which made me think that the next day was going to be fairly unpleasant to ride in but had no intention of riding in any case.
We had been following two Hungarians all day, we kept seeing them signing into the checkpoint books and they were staying in our hotel in a strange 3 wheeled car. We had hoped to meet them but they had left before we got up.
Firstly we had the issue of having no money to address which was as straightforward as finding a cash-point
We carefully wound our way through the swamp towards gathering enough information to base a decision on. I wanted to stay put and use the internet cafe later to get everything up to date and contact the people who were probably by now wondering if I was still alive, Marcin wanted to pack the bikes and move to anywhere with internet access in the rooms. I tried to explain that we didn’t have the cash to settle the bill yet and had to check out by 12 noon. So we checked net cafes and around this time, Pakistan, or at least Quetta had not yet come fully to life. The first bank we went into was guarded by a man older than original sin packing a Remington pump-action shotgun over his shoulder
We were sent to another bank further along and Marcin had news of a hotel with unlimited access to the net. We tried in every hotel, most didn’t have computers themselves, let alone Wi-fi and those who did said the rain was so bad that the internet no longer worked. To be fair, the rain was quite bad but how it managed to cut out the internet was an interesting question.
We found a bank that had a working cashpoint and enjoyed having money in our pockets, a feeling that lightened a good many issues. We found the fabled hotel with internet access. It was advertised as a fort with bedrooms and was guarded by dozens of men with automatic weapons. There was a sign on the door asking you to check your guns in but inside it was very nice. It was very expensive too, way out of our league but we bought some breakfast and chatted it over. We agreed to stay put and use an internet cafe later and head back to the nice hotel for an early breakfast tomorrow morning. We had found the one place with decent food in Quetta, a place where they fill you up instead of emptying you out
In the end I went back looking for Marcin but he was just tying up loose ends and was on his way. We were both happier now we had got things up to date online. I grabbed some food to eat back at the hotel and agreed to settle the bill now so we could leave in the morning. We had bought 8 cans of lousy beer and now found we paid the price of the hotel twice over for them. The manager looked away awkwardly when we questioned him about it. We got excuse after excuse but the simple fact remained, he was ripping us off and he knew it.
We paid in any case and but I have to warn you to watch your step at the Bloom Star hotel. The police escort took us there telling us it was great, they had done the same to the Hungarian couple with the three wheeled Velox car. It is not.
So we drank the remaining beer and made the best of our last night in Quetta. It’s not a place I will be sorry to leave.