There's nothing like a Port 'O John in 110-degree heat ... in the shade. It's a necessary evil here in Afghanistan, but you never get used to it. It's the quickest trip to the bathroom you'll ever make.
I bought two paintings yesterday, both are very nice. The artist is a doctor, though not practicing as being a painter is a better occupation here. One depicts the ruins around Kabul and the other from a canal looking out into a courtyard of sorts.
Bargaining is the name o' the game here: prepare to spend several minutes over each item you buy. It's like visiting the local used car dealership, they just don't let up.
Time for a protein shake.
