Rud means river in Dari. The hari rud flows from the Hindu Kush mountains in central Afghanistan westwards through the provinces of Ghor and Herat into the deserts of Turkmenistan. Harry Rud (you see what I did there?) spends much of his time wondering along its banks, contemplating its flow and occasionally drinking from it and getting dysentery.
For the time being at least I intend to keep this blog anonymous and so am carefully disguising myself underwater. Not that I’ve got anything to hide of course. I am a European migrant worker in Afghanistan, working for a non-governmental organisation. And I like water. I have been in landlocked Afghanistan since July 2007. For the last five months I’ve been keeping a diary but have now, for reasons I can’t quite fathom, decided to go on-line. Let us hope my writing here proves more interesting then my scribbled diary entries.
If you so wish, and please do feel free, you can email me at: harryrud [at] gmail dot com. Or brighten up my day and leave a comment somewhere around here.
For the sake of form I should also add that the views expressed here are not those of any organisation I may or may not be associated with in any way, and are the products of my own deranged thoughts alone. Or possibly those of lizards.