On our way back, the LtCol and I were chatting about how we wished we’d been able to see the storied lakes of Bamyan. He stuck his head in the pilot’s cabin (we were on a plane again) and asked if we could go to the lake. They said we were low on fuel and it would be a stretch but he persisted, and was able to sweet-talk them into it. Awesome! We headed out away from Kabul on a renegade flight with a New Zealand VIP and swung toward the lakes. Suddenly sparkling out of the brown landscape, they shone the deep blues. I remember there was a lake that was a bit similar in Switzerland, but these were more like something out of Disney World than any natural setting. The blues were intense and stark as everything around them for miles was brown, rough terrain. The colors shifted as they approached the shores to other blues along the spectrum, but the minerals left behind by melting glaciers were enough to create a breathtaking sight. We were lucky enough to fly-over just 1 day after they became Afghanistan’s first National Park-and made it back to Kabul with fuel to spare!
Peace...
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