It’s not all ceaseless self-sacrifices to do good for others. Shocking, I know, but there you have it. Occasionally we find time to enjoy ourselves. And when we do, we try and do it in style.
Like on this Friday picnic in Badakshan last month (now I’m back to the monotony of work in Kabul, I have to go back in time to find things to write about).
And this one, an alfresco breakfast of fresh yoghurt and cream with bread, purchased from some passing nomads:
Or sharing some mulburries with some local farmers:
It can be tough out here.
Tags: Afghanistan, Badakshan, food
