Today - Friday - we headed north out of Kabul, across the Shomali plain, and then West, into the foothills of the Hindu Kush, to the village of Istalif. Almost a sort of Afghan Tuscany, it is full of shops selling pottery, and was a summer resort town, away from the heat of the plains. The old King, Zaher Shah, used to go there. We had a picnic - apples and sugared almonds - with a group of Afghan policemen, celebrating the first day of the Eid. On the way down, we met a French Army ISAF patrol. The soldiers were very keen to be filmed or photographed, but their rather timid sergeant said they weren't allowed to appear. So they asked me about rugby instead: << Allez Les Bleus>>.
Posted at 15:53 12 October 2007 by Sherard Cowper-Coles | Comments[2]
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