It seems right around the time we want to walk we end up getting sand blasted. A few nights now have been really bad…to the point you could see the sand blowing right at you and you had just enough time to make out the debris and get out of the way. Yesterday afternoon the sand storm was so bad for a few minutes that I couldn’t see the runway and was barely able to see the apron.
You have two choices here for a haircut. Your first is the Afghan barber in the Afghan market. Our other option is the Green Spa. So I go over to the Spa once a month for a trim as I really don’t trust any Afghan with a sharp object, read straight razor and scissors, around me. Some of people go and get a massage, pedicure, and or manicure. A few of the guys say the pedicure is really good and I should get one whenever I comment about sore feet. I just can’t see that happening. It’s bad enough I have to go to a “Spa” for a haircut.
I finally got pics of the DC-3 taking off here. That was good. The mail trucks getting blown up with IEDs today was bad.
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