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Finally the engine started, but we drove round and round the town for another hour looking for more passengers,
until every seat was taken. At last, we set off across the desert, but within half an hour the motor conked out, we
had run out of fuel. I felt slightly defeated (Surely in the twelve-hour wait, the driver could have found some fuel,
So there we sat, waiting for bus to come and perhaps give us some fuel.
A pick-up truck passed and our driver went with it to look for diesel. Two more hours elapsed before we were on
the move. We trundled for twenty kilometres, then stopped, because two buses were leaning against each other
and blocking the track. One had a broken axle and had fallen, or been propped against the other. We stopped and
the ropes were attached to our bus, so it could pull the broken one upright. And since we had by this time lent our
jacks and tools, we stayed until their repairs were done. It was a blazing hot day in a flat empty glaring desert, but I
was impressed by the way men automatically helped each other, and women gave their water to those who
needed it more.
The next 150 kilometres of dirt, the road was very Corrugated, then we reached moth-eaten tarmac. The
passengers bounced and swayed over the bumps in the road. Their synchronised lurching almost fitted the music
on the bus cassette player and looked oddly like a dance.
Dusk brought a sandstorm, a Baluchi passed leading the camels, laden with bits of root for firewood; most of my
fellow-passengers were Baluchis and Afghans, with only five Pakistani townies. I allied myself with their three
married women. On every long bus journey, I make an ally of some suitable friend or couple. As a woman, it saves
trouble.​

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