As I rode on I eventually reached the hwy type of smooth paved road where I sped through and reached the main Hwy leading to Quetta. I entered the city of Khuzdar and stopped to ask where I could find a bike mechanic or electrician. I was told to keep on going and when I see a turn with an Eagle I should turn right and then follow that route until I see the shops with bike mechanics.
I did just that and when I reached those shops I began asking around for an electrician. One shop owner asked what I needed an electrician for and I explained that my Lighter Adapter which I installed for charging my mobile has malfunctioned and I needed to check the wiring.
I casually came to the bike and looked at the wiring, pulled on a few wires behind the headlight, found a loose wire and used his tester for a circuit. He then connected it to the lighter adapter and then asked me to check if it was charging.
Indeed it was working fine now. With that I asked how much was his labor charges, he said there were no charges and although I insisted to pay him he refused and just walked away into his shop.
So I thanked him and wished him well and drove on back towards the direction I came. I had passed what seemed like the middle of the city where there were major bus terminals and a hotel above it. I was hungry so I thought I should grab something to eat but when I considered my luggage tied to the back seat I didn't have the energy to untie it. I also didn't want to leave the luggage unattended since I would have to climb to the first floor of the restaurant and the bike would not be visible.
So I began looking for a smaller hotel at ground level in the market and I thought I came across one as it had a large pot over the stove behind a half wall. I saw three men in the rear sitting on a table eating Roti and some sort of salan. I immediately parked my bike and sat down after taking off my jacket, pads and Helmet.
I was immediately greeted with a steel glass with fresh cold water by a young boy. This was the norm in this region, it was without asking.
After I took down the entire glass of water I asked what they had to eat. The boy looked at me confused and said they only had Tea.
I was so disappointed, I had gone through the trouble of undoing my pads, and jacket and just got comfortable in this hot day only to find that there was no food at this hotel although the presentation was that of a dhaba type of restaurant. And the guys behind me were having a meal, not tea. I then realized they must have brought it from a hotel and decided to have their lunch here.
I asked the boy if he could get me a Nan at least and Tea. He agreed and walked away to get me a nan and returned in a few minutes with the Largest Round Nan I had ever seen. He placed it on the table and then got me a cup of tea. I didn't know how to react, there was no way I could eat the entire thing.
In any case I began with the nan and dipped it into to tea and eat the nan while sipping the hot tea. Once the tea was done I had only eaten half of the nan and even that had been a struggle.
I then asked the boy for more water and after I was well hydrated I asked where I could wet my scarves. He took the scarves behind the counter to the tap and ran the tap for a good while before wetting the scarves. He said the water was extremely hot and he had to let it cool down first.
I then got ready and put the scarves over my head and shoulders and noted the time, it was now just past 2 pm.
As I left the tea shop I remembered a line of fruit stands in the market which I had to drive by and decided I should get some fruit in my system as well. But then realized I just had a massive nan, although not the entire nan but by Karachi standards just half of that nan equated to nearly two nans. I still drove by the fruit stands and decided to purchase one banana.
I stopped my bike at one fruit stand and without getting off the bike asked the guy behind the cart what the banana rates were. I swear I thought I heard him say Rs 30. I don't know how they could be so cheap. Oh and the Rs 30 was for a dozen.
I only needed one and could not carry them with me in this heat so I pulled out a Rs 10 note and while handing him the note I said I only needed one banana. He said pick the one you like and so I did but as I tried to put my arm forward to pay him he shook his head indicating he would not take the money. I said please take it as I am purchasing a banana from you. He again refused. I insisted that he is making a living and he should take the money. But this time he just turned his head sideways as if he wasn't listening to me.
I wasn't sure if I should just leave the note on the fruit stand but thought that this might seem offensive to such righteous type of people and decided to just say Salam and wish him well. At that he turned his face forward and and looked in my direction. The pictures below are of that center of town where the bus terminal was along with the fruit stands. It was a small town center.
I peeled the banana and eat it right there while noticing a small wooden crate sitting on the side with rubbish in it so I tossed the peel in that crate as I didn't want to throw it on the street anywhere.
I then drove back to the very same PSO pump where I had refueled the day before and met with Ghulam Ali.
He refueled my Bike and we had a short chat about my experience at the Moola Spring. As it was the peak of the afternoon heat I did not stay long and we simply said our farewells in a respectful way and I drove on towards Karachi.