We are back in Kabul two days. We arrived 5.30 on Tuesday night – it was dark and cold, but we had asked our watchman to light the diesel heater, so one room was warm enought. And friends had cooked us dinner. But! Kabul had a surprise in store. The cold weather had frozen the gas bottle, so there was no way to heat our dinner. Job no. 1 on arrival was to disconnect the gas bottle and move it inside, where it was marginally warmer. Mostly it is best they are outside, because of their tendency to leak and explode (more than once we have rescued screaming neighbours with singed hair from burning kitchens because of exploding gas bottles). But in this case dinner took priority.
Day two dawned bright, clear and freezing cold. The kids refused to get out of bed to get dressed for school. Eventually pressure, threats, blackmail and force did the trick and wrapped up like Eskimos,we all toddled off to our various occupations. On returning home at 4pm, job no. 2 awaited: the water pump wasn’t working, so we had no water. About an hour later I had fixed that one and we were all in business: water, heat, gas. What else do we need?
As a result of all this, I thought up a new song for the AfghanTourist Board:
Ah the joys of living in Kabul
The joys of living in Kabul
The joys of living in Kabul –
Are very very few.
I am also thinking up new slogans for the Board:
Afghanistan: makes you appreciate home.
Afghanistan: every day an adventure in home repair
Afghanistan: Come on in, the war’s lovely
Bound to think of some more soon. I will pitch them to the Tourist Board (if there is such a thing) later on.