As I thought, I didn’t sleep very well. I recall camping in France once where we were driving back from the south on our way back to Denmark, where we lived at the time. We camped at the roadside just off a track and put our tent up. We were both very nervous and, I kid you not, I slept with a knife under my pillow.
The rest of the drive into Quetta was a little better, but still not great. A slow drive, but better than picking up some damage or hitting a pot hole. It was truly excited when I had a stretch of good road, and the temptation to put my foot down was huge.
No petrol station anywhere, but a few of these!
I topped up the camper at this stop-off. The guy was very friendly and spoke English. Made me feel pretty stupid, because I speak no Pakistani. Note to myself: Learn the basics at least. This guy just pumped the fuel out of the barrels with a hand pump.
Good job I wasn't going that way!
I finally arrived in Quetta hungry, but early. First job is to find some great food.