A small, dusty railway station on the line that runs west from Quetta to the Iranian border at Taftan, Nushki's station is a working piece of late-imperial infrastructure that has changed remarkably little in a century. The platform is single, the buildings low and whitewashed, and the timetable thin: a passenger service of a few trains a week, occasional freight, and the long-distance "Quetta–Zahedan" international train that crawls across the desert toward Iran.
The station building is more atmospheric than busy. Sit on the platform with a cup of chai and you will see the rhythm of border-country travel: traders with bundles, families with metal trunks, the railway police doing their slow rounds.