8:17pm
Sometimes my favorite dinner is breakfast. A couple bowls of cheerios with a banana
followed by a cup of ginger-lemon tea and three Pepperidge Farm Milano dark chocolates is
enough. When I got back to the
guesthouse after a vigorous outing on Kabul’s hills I took a shower and then
made a 12 inch egg sandwich with tomato, cucumber, mozzarella cheese, two hard
boiled eggs and butter pan toasted bread and two cups of milk tea. I’m not sure what it is all about though
because I feel a bit under the weather and I’m sure it’s probably a combination
of exercise, fresh air mixed with smog, a hot shower and an afternoon meal of
eggs. Seven hours later I’d like to
sleep but not right yet.
Tomorrow begins again the commute to teach
Business English in the city center. I am ready for the
first three days. I have to be ahead of
these folks because their English is good, their writing, though could use some
work.
My holiday is tentatively set for the 27th
of May. Would I have time to go to the
island of Patmos if I can’t do the Belgian visa run? I like very much the idea of beach time on a
beach I haven’t been to before. Thai
beaches are probably the most accessible from here but I’m not crazy about
going anywhere near the big Mango. How
many days would it take to get to Hawaii?
No way, you can’t go there alone.
This afternoon I felt a small tremor under my
feet. I can tell the difference between
a big truck and a tremor and big trucks don’t use the street in front of this
guesthouse. I really don’t know what is
worse, the mosquito bugging Taliban or earthquakes. Either one could strike at any moment, either
one could make life pretty miserable. Well
since I haven’t really seen or been confronted with the former I’ll say when
the earth under my feet starts to shake, that is bad, one hundred percent
bad. How Japanese manage to stay in
their country I know not, but that constant fear has to wear you down, you
think? It wears me down just thinking
about it.
I’d like to read this book again. I was pointed out some significant landmarks
that involved the British when they were here a long time ago.
It’s only 9:30 in the evening, but I’d like to go to bed now. Tomorrow is a long day with the day starting at eight in the morning and finishing twelve hours later. How many Americanos should I drink? Should I go to the clinic and hope someone is there so I can enquire about obtaining some happy pills? Am I wrong to want these? No, no, no. I told a Scottish woman once we reached the top of the hill this morning and I had pulled out a cigarette that a Tibetan monk in Darjeeling told me (I know I’m kind of fibbing but the literature I read this was from a monastery in Darjeeling) you can take anything considered bad and turn it for good. She looked at me like, please, I mean, she’s a professor for pete’s sake. You can’t say crap like that to educated people especially when you’re talking about cigarettes, omg. Go to bed, dude.
And listen to the rain, it will help you sleep good.
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