After a day of dusty, bumpy roads, flat tires and a failing clutch, we limped into Kingri several hours after sunset. Making enquiries about the home of a friend of a friend, we were directed across a creek bed, up a rough track, which stopped at an imposing, ten foot high perimeter wall.
A knock on the door, a few polite words and we were gently welcomed with the words, "Travellers area blessing from God".
Even though our host was out of town, his father-in-law quickly prepared water, lighting and a mountain of food - fresh roti, dhal, rabbit krai, yoghurt, salad, tea.
Such wonderful hospitality is one of the reasons that I love traveling in Balochistan
