and it's time

Tomorrow I fly to Kabul.  Ticket and visa in hand we’re ready to do it.  Nervous?  Ya.  Excited?  I’d be more excited if I could have done something with this money I reluctantly carry on me.  I am hoping to talk with someone with some financial chutzpah who can tell me where the hell I can put it.

So, you left Oman on the 10^th, highlights of the last two weeks?  I enjoyed journaling in the three days I camped in Amsterdam, pre-rolled inspirations were the trick, anything there worth posting, I don’t know, maybe.  Sometimes ideas simply exhaust.

Four days in Belgium were picturesque, the food was all good, the weather was all good, history, culture, you name it it was had.  Merci ya’ll.

And now seven nights in Dubai, it hasn’t been as bad as I imagined.  I acclimatized pretty quick to similar temps to Buraimi with the humidity in the afternoon mopping me up.   

Thank goodness for the rooftop pool and the in-house massages.  It has been a long time to get those shoulders and legs worked out. 

And I think I succeeded in not buying enough stuff here to warrant a larger suitcase but I do look at them when I walk.  And a Brooks Brothers sport coat, how do you explain that?  And an Irish Linen shirt to go with it?  Huh? 

So?  That’s it?  There’s nothing else to say?  Fatigue, six nights of clubbing at an old man’s pace, I have drunk a lot of beer over the entire time, not in one sitting, and what has it left you but a tad tired and a little lighter in the wallet.  So the hell what.  It’s less money I’ll carry around.

10:18pm

I read too much bad news of Afghanistan I worry, but why worry, except for getting sick, which sounds inevitable.  I made a final sweep through a few pharmacies tonight and whatever happens, I’ll have something to fight whatever befalls me, except for malaria. 

So, until then.  Excited, worried, what a trip this is going to be.  Adieu.