It took a while to track down the very impressive Geology Museum in Quetta, a massive and very professional presentation attached to the local university. Unfortunately I only arrived 10 minutes before they had arbitrarily decided to close early, so it was a very quick flash through rooms containing every rock and gem type the world had to offer, as well as some notable fossil artifacts. It was here that I bumped into Antoine and Stephanie, a young French couple who were cycling an amazing tour of Russia and Central Asia. It was too dodgy for them to cycle the stretch from Quetta across Pakistan though so we jumped into an autorickshaw together in search of train tickets. It was my first trip in one of these contraptions and was fun if you could overlook the deathwish driving boneshaker ride spewing noise and air pollution aplenty in its wake. They were brightly painted motorbikes shrouded in a canopy with just enough room in the rear cabin for 3 to squeeze in. The first guy asked for 50 but the second was happy to accept 30, no doubt one more hazard to be encountered with regularity. I got my train ticket to Sukkur sorted out and also managed to bag some stamps and a net session before running into Mannfred from Berlin. He was doing an overland trip to India and so we all ended up at the Usmania restaurant again, it was nice to have company in frontier Quetta.