Kabul

...after Bamyan we rode then towards the capital city.
Splendid restaurants can be found here as well as (empty) supermarkets for wealthy foreigners, in which your favorite corn flakes, blue cheese or cigarettes are available.
At the Afghania Hotel, we finally meet other travelers to share the intense experiences we all have had in this foreign world. The Catalan wine dealer Xavi for example, who travels with his 22 year old energetic Australian son Kayl, and lets him organize everything. Or the Cyprus/Pakistani couple from Great Britain, Talaat and Kryss, who joined us for dinner at a wonderful restaurant to have a little bit of luxury. A great encounter, as these well-traveled people are tired of this distinct society as well, and advise us to take it easy and be less hard on ourselves every now and then.
We meet weird yet endearing expats, the sort of people who inspire you, as you would not have the opportunity to sit down for a chat with them back home.

On a short note of Kabul's sites:
The bird market is madness.
The mine museum is cheap and sad. A space dedicated to every artillary and weapon used in Afghanistan - how much effort is done to hurt human beings.

From Jafar we get a beautiful Persian rug (you can not leave without one), and apart from a patoo (the beautiful afghan blanket), IronChris gets a hand tailored button down shirt.

After four days of (physical, not necessarily mental) rest it's time to crack on: the border with Pakistan is still closed though, and it does not seem to get more relaxed here, so we decide to take the long ring road to the west.
The adventure is not over yet - by far not - so stay tuned...Leggi altro