Old guy on the Taftan-Quetta Bus

An old guy got on the Taftan to Quetta bus about 8 at night. After some shuffling around of passengers he ended up next to me. He seemed to have a rapport with another old, wise-looking man with whom he shared a cigarette. The limit of our conversation was to establish that we were both going to Lahore, him to visit family.

Then, sometime around midnight, he walked up to the front, asked the bus to stop, and just got off in the middle of nowhere. I got the sense he was a little nervous about something, but have no idea why he got off, what he would do, or anything. I really have no concept of what these sorts of guys have seen in their lives. I always guess their stories are worth hearing, especially if they have made it so long in tough conditions.

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