I left Zahedan straight after breakfast, which was a good move. Once I got out onto the border road I was escorted in stages by one police officer to the next. Three hours later, and mostly taken up by waiting between one checkpoint and the next, I got to the border buildings. Actually checking in and crossing the border was relatively fine. Less than two hours on the border and I find myself in Pakistan.
Taftan, the first town into the country is practically non-existant and there isn’t much need to stop. The roads on the other side were a bit of a shock. Iran highways seem new, and well maintained, but the Pakistani roads are damaged in plenty of places. As I head off I regularly have to dodge a section of road that has been washed away or split apart.
Something tells me the trip to Quetta is going to be longer than the Google Map indicates. It’s now about half one and I have another seven hours driving, road permitting. That would put me in Quetta at 22:00. Much later than I would like.