LOG ENTRY 15
Quetta - on the train to Lahore
Today is the first big decision to make. Take a train, ride the bikes with a soldier or get our bikes locked down.
Fairly quickly, about in 2 hours they made a decision that the bikes aren’t allowed to leave Quetta. You should have seen our face when we got this news. Especially that one part of the refugee camp/custom office yard was a depot for confiscated motor vehicles.
It is not an over statement if I say we almost passed out, I was actually closer to piss myself. Luckily we are in Pakistan, there are always some solutions, and we just have to find the right person and the right price. After arguing with them about an hour they called their superior who we haven’t met yet. I forget to tell that at this point we talked to about twenty officers in the custom office so it was hard to believe that there are still officers around who we haven’t met yet. But there was this guy Ismail who turned out to be the big boss. We only guessed this as none of them actually wore a uniform or any type of insignia.
After a few calls to the Hungarian embassy and Mom who contacted the Hungarian Automobile Association we decided that the best option is to put the bikes on the train.
I will post a complete story what happened with the Hungarian Automobile Association but we threatened with a lawsuit.
As with everything so far in Pakistan we received lots of help buying train tickets. To be fair they bought it for us and we got police escort to the train station too. Whether they got ripped us off with the ticket or not the price was dirt cheap, about 50 USD for two of us first class plus the two bikes.
Loading the bikes on the train was an experience itself, let alone the pounds we lost in sweat as the station didn’t have a ramp so we had to lift the bikes up into the carriage. We got about 5 locals helping us but they wanted to lift the bikes at the mirrors, one guy even grabbed on the indicator so you can guess we did most of the work by ourselves.