While the mujahadeen did not do any killing of me, my shower was irregular, hot/cold, few spoke the correct language -- mine -- and I found the dust unpleasant. To top it off, my internet connection was very slow. Their lack of tech advancement, perhaps retarded by bi-weekly invasions from south, north, east, and west, prevented me from uploading videos of me doing remarkable things to save them. Pity.
All in all, I give Afghanistan 2.5 stars. I felt unwelcomed by both the lack of good coffee, and the missiles they fired at our intended hotel.
But they did have excellent bread. Toast, really. And women, upon seeing me, rapidly scuttled away quietly, covering their faces, seemingly fearing the worst. So that, also, made me feel somewhat at home.
I grew a beard, a "Safety Beard", to better fit in with the Afghans. Good news: It worked! Several thought I was an Afghan, of a particular tribe from the north. Bad news: Afghans like to kill each other, particularly some tribes from the north.
Here are links to what I was able to post on my "work blog", for popular (radio listener) consumption:
And if you'd like to part with $65 to pay for a heavy blanket, plus pre- and post-natal care for a Afghan mom and newborn, here's a link for that. We were hoping/praying for 500 moms to get medical care, and our listeners have paid for more than 1800. We're thrilled about that. This is one very, very unique hospital, the best in Afghanistan, and it's there because of one couple's heart for the Kingdom.
I can tell you, spending time with the American doctors/nurses/staff (all told, less than ten of them), and the Afghan doctors, was a terrific experience. Lots of laughs, and lots of regrets, on my part, that I did not become a doctor. Healing little ones, setting them about walking, and running, and playing? Something seems especially fun about that.