I walked around the streets every day without any problems. Most people said hello or ignored me. Some kids swore at me for fun a couple of times. I was only asked for my passport once by the police the whole time I was there. I met women who went out in the daytime alone but wouldn’t do that at night (same in London, right?). I didn’t hear anyone say they were going out less, but there was a general feeling that things were getting slowly more restrictive. Of course, many people I met were under heavy security protocols and couldn’t go 20m down the road without an armoured car… but that seemed to be overcaution rather than an accurate assessment of the risks. As my friend said, “security guys never decrease security, they just increase it”.
Hehe… The streets aren’t signed, but you just get taxis everywhere and sometimes the taxi driver doesn’t get lost. There’s a street known as Rubbish Street because it used to be full of rubbish. There’s also a few streets where live electric cables are exposed so you shouldn’t really walk there if you are drunk.
Poppy Palaces. I wonder why they are called that?
F-15!!! Yes I am an aerogeek. So what.
I didn’t report suicide attacks that happened while I was in Kabul, that’s not what this blog is about. But on the day I flew out, this happened. The feeling I got in Kabul was that the situation is getting slowly worse, and it’s a shame to get such obvious evidence.
I’m off to the airport… more updates when I get back to the internet.