Taftan

After a day riding various vehicles I crossed without a problem the no man's land between the Iranian border and Quetta. The landscape is desert and the territory south of the road is normally closed to tourists, but the presence of police or army in those parts of the world is so symbolic that virtually no one will stop you. North of the road can be seen hundreds of traces in the sand, leading to Helmand - Afghan province number one in opium sector of agriculture. Ramadan in Pakistan is much stricter than Iran and the bus stopped twice for prayer and once for a flat tire, but after dark the mood improved and the boy in the back seat next to me smoked 5-6 cigarettes hashish in the last hundred kilometers. One shouldn’t be tempted, but the price of an average big block is about half a Euro.