I collected a bag full of cookies at the local bakery for breakfast. I walked first down the road to the west of the shrine until the shops petered out and there was nothing but traffic. The bazar continues north of the shrine where I noted the exquisite embroidery of the little Muslim caps.
When I got around to the northeast corner, I found some shopkeepers who spoke good English. I looked through the various lapiz jewelry, buzkashi whips, and old Taliban money. The owner had one old chapan, an extra-long-sleeved coat made of silk that had green vertical stripes. I tried it on and it looked pretty good, especially with the "Karzai hat" that the president of Afghanistan wears. You have to bunch up the sleeves of the chapan or they hang past your fingertips a full foot too long.
I sat with the owner for a long time and he gave me advice on my overland trip to Herat. A couple of British soldiers came in and bought a lapiz chessboard for $15. They told me they play soccer with a group from the Texas National Guard. The Texas team always get beat, and I replied we don't take that game seriously. When I said goodbye, he put his thumb to his nose and wiggled his fingers,"Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!" and walked out the store.
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April 24, 2012 04:44 AM PDT
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