Day 42 en route to Islamabad

No real idea where we are (we are heading towards Islamabad), it's 5 pm and we've been driving since 4 am(!). We stopped once at 9 am - for a bit of crappy bread which looked - and tasted- like a chamois leather. Apart from that all I've eaten today is that and half a dozen cookies. The organisation here is totally appalling, and the usual blame game is being followed: it's always the customers' fault. Despite driving along a main road with lots of services we have stopped at the only services which doesn't have a shop. I am told it is impossible to stop elsewhere. We have a police escort - but since this is typically behond us, I think we could stop anywhere we liked. Nothing to drink apart from coffee at 3:30 am plus one swig of fizzy pop. Really annoyed. Some background to why I'm annoyed: this morning, for reasons I cannot fathom, we followed a totally crap road for about 90 km, taking something crazy, like five hours. Perhaps to be fair this was indeed the only road - but perhaps not. I cannot help feeling that it might be worth Hot Rock buying a few maps of the areas we are traveling through. Last night we stayed in a police compound at a place called Loralai - difficult to sleep because of the mosquitoes - tried sleeping on the roof of the truck - but too hot in sleeping bag; my fault - should have put up my tent. But we arrived pretty late and I knew we had a very early start - plus it's virtually impossible to open the tent locker anyhow, what with the truck being unmaintained. In the end, Simon, T and I just abandoned trying to sleep and chatted to the police who were on duty for most of the night. They took us out on 'patrol' - in reality they called in at some street vendor to buy us a bottle of coke, after driving around the streets a bit.