Just spent a hot and mostly sleepless night on the roof of the hotel in Dalbandin; apparently what little sleep I managed to get was through the most interesting bits - there was gunfire (automatic) and there were light signals (red flashes with white flashes responding);
ad-hoc commotions in the streets below. But I slept through all of this. Set off really early in the morning, still dark. Road pretty crap: something of the quality of a residential driveway which badly needs resurfacing. Stopped for breakfast in a town called Nushki. Just 20 km or so south of Afghnistan. Got a very nice plate 
of spicy rice from a street stall. We create a lot of interest wherever we turn up, and Nushki is no exception. One of the most noticeable things about Pakistan so far is the almost complete absence of women. Evening: just stopped to get a meal in an unlikely looking roadside building: mud bricks, single story. 
Red plastic Coca Cola crates stacked outside. Again lots of interest and attention from the locals: I was shown one guy's prized camel collection (he had about seven camels). During the meal we all sat on the floor of the place and were served up okra, rice and chicken legs, with all the locals looking on. I have real difficulty with okra - I believe that the technical term which describes cooked okra is mucilaginous. This leaves little to the imagination.
Red plastic Coca Cola crates stacked outside. Again lots of interest and attention from the locals: I was shown one guy's prized camel collection (he had about seven camels). During the meal we all sat on the floor of the place and were served up okra, rice and chicken legs, with all the locals looking on. I have real difficulty with okra - I believe that the technical term which describes cooked okra is mucilaginous. This leaves little to the imagination.
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Wow, never had cooked okra but the word mucilaginous popped a very clear, unequivocal picture! Must try it. Does it taste o.k, in spite of the, er, evocative texture?
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