People

Here are some school kids doing their school work, writing from right to left like any normal person would, just ask them, most are starting to dress more western and want to learn as much as they can so they can leave the country. Many learn how to read and write in church schools (madras). some madras teach their students to be good upstanding peaceful citizens , and some are teaching them to hate anything but what they tell them is good which is not much. the kids love to fly kites, you see them all over the city, the kites are small and most do not have a tail, the kites that is not the kids.



Here are some girls going off to school. you see them all the time along the road holding hands. its my guess that the one on the left could not find her scarf that morning, so had to wear a burka. its just recently that the girls are allowed to go to school. Most attend an all girl school.

This the other end of the spectrum, child labor. this boy will never go to school. He will probably not learn to read or write.

Here are some bakers making NAN its the bread that is served with all meals. Its like tortia's only thicker, and one side has charcole bits to make it authentic I guess. It tastes like a poorly made pancake or like the bisquets we made in scouts, the kind that wraped around sticks and you held it over the fire till you lost interest (about a nano second) then stuck in the dirt to fall in the fire so you could do more "important" things.

This is a butcher shop, you see them all along the roadside and in some small villages. You buy the meat early in the morning befor the day gets hot and turns the meat. I cant say much on this but he does do brisk business. I did eat in the Afgan National Army Mess hall. They fed you on metal trays, and you got a fork and an spoon if you remembered to bring them with you. The food was diferent. lots of 1/2 in long rice that had a good flavor, then lentls, watermelon slice, and two pieces of mystry meat about the size of a quarter each, a large piece of flat bread and the desert was a large helping of homemade yogurt (about as sour as you could stand). There was a pitcher of water and one metal glass that you all could share to wash it down with. Best of all I did not get sick from eating there, yes miracles do happen.