We stayed at P’s last night, and met a Canadian woman, A-M, who looks so familiar. I’m sure I’ve met her somewhere before, but have no idea where. The house was lovely, even though it took us 1 hour to find. We have decided that J is not allowed to take directions unsupervised. Unfortunately, we didn’t get a chance to use the pool, as we arrived too late (after dark, AGAIN).
The country is so beautiful, and yet the people are so poor. I think corruption is endemic in the government.
...On the 3rd, we were driving along, and this woman was standing beside the road, pulling something across her shoulders in a seductive manner, in a ‘come buy’ sort of way. I couldn’t see what it was – something grey. As we got closer, I realised it was a chicken. O.
The roads here are stunningly bad. You can go for a couple of kilometres and it’s fine, and then potholes you could get lost in. A very good joke about potholes here: A guy’s driving along and sees some ears tops poking out of a pothole. He thinks; O dear, a cat in the pothole. As he gets closer he has a better view into the pothole; it’s a donkey. (We’re on a good stretch at the moment) Last night, hunting for P’s house, we drove down to the end of her road – which changes character drastically 2/3 of the way down. The paving seemed to stop, and it was a dirt track, then the paving started again, and it was worse than the track. It was like pictures of the surface of the moon. The fastest the car could go was about walking pace. I am not exaggerating.
Sadly, your last line here is reflected all too well in the picture that accompanies this part of your dialogue. I fear that's the problem in far too many nations - Afghanistan being one of those as well. (And yes, I know I already commented, but I'm very much enjoying the story as well as the pictures!)
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