It was 1964 if my memory is correct when I at 17 crossed iran to Pakistan by train via Mirjaveh, The first stop was Taftan and we had chaparty and butter. Train ride was day and a half to Quita with unlimited number of stops. Food was good in train . I remember part of the rail was washed away and we had to wait hours before we could continue the trip. The locomotive was of course steam engine, slow and noisy. hard to bring back over 40 years but it was a very interesting experience. Remembering it with a mixture of sadness and happiness at the same time. years later I crossed Mirjaveh and Taftan again but this time was a bit different, this was a to be a long journey called exile,
My hope is to cross it again, this time to enter Iran.