Shit turns on a dime here. I was in the middle of writing a new post on our security and how safe we are in Kabul. Then a bomb rips through a UN guesthouse killing 6 foreign workers and a rocket lands in the lobby of the Serena Hotel scaring the crap out of hundreds more. This is the same hotel I was just in 36 hours prior for government meetings and awesome cheesecake. I guess the Taliban either have poor aim (they keep hitting the Serena instead of the presidential palace behind it) or they have a jihad against delicious desserts.
So due these recent events, I go from booking a party weekend in Delhi to being given 12 hours notice for evacuation. Sorry, our company calls it a “relocation”. I call it “getting the f*ck out”. Now I’m 35,000 ft in the air over Greenland and coming home for a bit while things cool down. It's just another typical week at the office.
A positive spin on this “relocation” is that I now get a chance to buy my first digital camera and post up pics. This should hopefully increase my blogging frequency as I now won’t have to struggle with writing a full paragraph to describe the craziness that I see on a daily basis. Oh look, there’s a dude commuting to work on his mini steamroller. Click. But he’s stuck behind a donkey pulling a cart filled with other donkeys. Click, click.
Only 7 hours left until landing and 7.5 hours until sushi.
