Herat > Kabul > Istanbul > Dubai > Kabul > Herat – 1.5 weeks.
Sitting in a room in Kabul right now with a latte and two legs of chicken. For being a war zone, they sure is a plentiful supply of food and water (thank God), no wonder everyone around here is so freakin big and beefy. I guess I should caveat the supply of food to the foreigners, not quite sure of the nutrition the locals receive.
My internet connection wasn’t working so I wandered over to the IT office. As I pushed open the creaking door and walked in, I noticed the guy behind the counter and thought to myself, “Damnit, I knew it!”
He was Indian.
We shot the breeze as he made an ethernet cable for me on the fly (of course). He even sorta looked like me, same height, build, and brown skin. It occurred to me, had I not been born in the US and maybe in Pakistan or India instead – that would be me sitting there asking, “Did you check the network connections!? You probably just typed the wrong password!”
I asked him if he had bought the knock off shoes/clothing from the Afghan store next door as I was considering getting some boots. He claimed their merchandise is golden for being fake, so I picked up a pair of military boots. I’m guessing the amount of travel I’m going to be doing within the next two months definitely justifies having all-purpose footwear. And maybe it’ll save the very little remaining life on my dress shoes.
The flight over here was insanity, as usual. I’m not too big of a fan of the airline. Apparently they USED to fly to Europe, but Europe has since banned the airline on account of safety compliance issues. Apparently the tail end of one of the airplanes nailed a landing approach light at the airport on take off, destroying it. Banned. From the European Union. The last flight I had with them to Kabul – they just BARELY cleared the airport compound wall, and bounced a handful of times on landing. Granted, I know absolutely nothing about aviation, it just seemed a little close for comfort. Flying over the snowcapped Hindu Kush mountains was quite a spectacular sight though. I could see the mountain peaks encircled by puffy white clouds, all the way to the horizon.
The one good thing about mentioned airline? They give you AN ENTIRE PACK of coconut cookies (made in Pakistan, woot) and mango juice (also made in Pakistan, woot). That entire pack has probably 8 cookies. A small slice of heaven.
There is hope! I’m only ONE busy day away from a flight to Istanbul. Already booked the hostel in the heart of the old town. Looking forward to a few days of unwinding! Though unwinding pretty much equals full days/nights of sightseeing and wandering. On my connection through Dubai, while my visa is being processed, I hope to go sandboarding (finally)! I heard Big Red is the meanest sand dune this side of the Atlantic.
On a slightly more narcissistic note – my hair hasn’t been this long since start of college, I kinda like it. Its wavy.