12 A more significant problem was the sleeping arrangements. Campingor sleeping at just about any accommodation would prove difficult as
women weren’t allowed at many of these establishments. Following a
chat with the police, it became clear biking to Islamabad wouldn’t
happen. I did not intend to make my life miserable, change people’s
way of thinking, or be chased on by people bored in a car.
The next best option was taking the train to Islamabad; a trip said to
be a scenic one. But, in hindsight, I should’ve cycled, and to this day,
I’m sorry I didn’t stand my ground.
Quetta – Islamabad (by train)
Hordes of passengers and luggage in all shapes and sizes crowded
the station's platform and the bicycle, hence, was no problem. With
the ticket purchased as a last-minute decision, all sleeping
compartments were full, and only seats remained. There was nothing
one could do but settle in upon a rock-hard seat.
Scheduled to leave at 14h30, we eventually got underway at around
16h00. The train was a pleasant surprise as the coaches were air-
conditioned (thank goodness). Still, the seat was rock hard and
upright, making sleeping quite impossible. Also, the noticeable
military presence didn’t instil much confidence, and I’d a distinct
feeling I was guarded, as a soldier came to sit opposite me and never
left. I subsequently learned the train in front had been robbed, which
could’ve been the reason.