That sort of created a scene. I don't think they have
been tought polite manners yet. Well, after that, we definitely got
on their even better
sides. Now there were truely emboldened
to hang around us. But the fun didn't stop. We had a few lovely
melons, which we did our best to share with them, although we did drop some
of their share on the ground resulting in another mob scene.
There was a wee lass among them, but she was mostly too shy to stick up
for herself. I don't blame her. Those boys are rough. All
I can say to that is that the meek shall inherit the largest piece of melon.
Eventually, we established some order upon this cloud of ruffians, boys
and girl alike. It didn't last very long.
Alas, shadows grew long and it was time to say good bye. A genius
in our party decided to give each one of the children a 5 Afghani note. It
was done in an orderly fashion, but was the scene of many children repeating
themselves in to the line. Even the girls got some cash. We departed
after this awkward moment was finished.
I quickly saw my friend who belongs to no one
when we passed by his
village again. He was surrounded by armed people so we didn't stop to
We took an alternative route home, this one "less secure", although
dotted with police outposts. We breifly stopped at the side of the road
for some of the more unruly passengers (myself not
included) to relieve
themselves next to these beautiful markers.
No less than three cars and too bikes stopped to shout at
them for wazing in a mine field.
After that was all done, we loaded back in the Shuttle and pegged it 120
km/hr through the darkness down a straight road back to Kabul.