Time and internet access don’t seem to have been in much abundance over the past few days. Not that anything earth-shattering has happened, but it seems like after initiating a blog, it might be a good idea to post!
I breathed a huge sigh of relief boarding the plane in DC to Dubai. Even if things remained undone, they just had to stay that way. Dubai was just as I’d remembered. Crawling with tons of immigrants working in the service industry, and the rest of it seeming like some odd form of DisneyWorld/Las Vegas combo. I didn’t get to see my friend passing through, but it was great to talk on the phone. Strange how people’s accents change over time. I can’t think of one of my friend’s from Cape Town who sounds the same as when we were there.
I’m flying over the clouds on my way to Kabul on Kam Air. I think many of the passengers are hired guns of some sort or another-like me. Luckily, should guns ever come into the equation while I’m in Afghanistan, I will have others people around me whose job is to worry about that. However, my grandfather’s instruction in his backyard with the BB gun and some tin cans seems to have been good enough to impress at the shooting range earlier this month!
I won’t ramble, but I do want to recommend the movie “The Secret Life of Bees.” It won’t be ideal if you are looking for a great romance, action, or comedy flick, but the story is good and the character development is outstanding.
Off to try to catch up on some emailing. But before I do, the snow-capped mountains are peaking up above the clouds on the left and are really breath-taking. They are harsh and jagged, brown with harsh folds marking their erosion over the millennia. I’m awed by such mountains, but they only make me miss “my” mountains back home in east Tennessee and west North Carolina with their gentle slopes and welcoming valleys.
Peace…
I breathed a huge sigh of relief boarding the plane in DC to Dubai. Even if things remained undone, they just had to stay that way. Dubai was just as I’d remembered. Crawling with tons of immigrants working in the service industry, and the rest of it seeming like some odd form of DisneyWorld/Las Vegas combo. I didn’t get to see my friend passing through, but it was great to talk on the phone. Strange how people’s accents change over time. I can’t think of one of my friend’s from Cape Town who sounds the same as when we were there.
I’m flying over the clouds on my way to Kabul on Kam Air. I think many of the passengers are hired guns of some sort or another-like me. Luckily, should guns ever come into the equation while I’m in Afghanistan, I will have others people around me whose job is to worry about that. However, my grandfather’s instruction in his backyard with the BB gun and some tin cans seems to have been good enough to impress at the shooting range earlier this month!
I won’t ramble, but I do want to recommend the movie “The Secret Life of Bees.” It won’t be ideal if you are looking for a great romance, action, or comedy flick, but the story is good and the character development is outstanding.
Off to try to catch up on some emailing. But before I do, the snow-capped mountains are peaking up above the clouds on the left and are really breath-taking. They are harsh and jagged, brown with harsh folds marking their erosion over the millennia. I’m awed by such mountains, but they only make me miss “my” mountains back home in east Tennessee and west North Carolina with their gentle slopes and welcoming valleys.
Peace…
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