Getting Out

Woohoo—we actually got to go outside the town today to see some stuff. Of course, this took 3 armored vehicles, 8-10 guards, 2 Brits, a call to the military base, and an advance scouting trip—all so that 3 of us could see the river and an irrigation canal that needs some major improvements so that farmers can grow some crops.

Personally, it is clear that we are overdoing it more than a little bit. Like the Humvees and machine guns outside the Capitol after 9-11, or like the post 9-11 closing of the Capitol steps. But the Capitol Police make a lot of overtime, and the more dangerous the situation is portrayed the more ex-Brit soldiers we will hire. There is a lot of money to be made from fear, and it has an incredible lobby.

That is not to say it isn’t a bit dangerous. I wouldn’t hesitate to take a little white Corolla out surreptitiously just like all of the local folks, save for one thing—both the Taliban and the Afghan Police have a tendency to set up roadblocks. Generally the Taliban will kidnap you for ransom, and the Police will just want a substantial bribe. People here are really caught in the middle, as they have come to fear the Taliban while despising the Police. So if we by chance get stopped at a check point, my armored vehicle and garrison of arms will get us out a bit easier than if I am in a Corolla with nothing but my, uh….camera in my hands.

We have to get out more—that is, everyone working as expats here. We could do a zillion things, but we have to see it first, and we just don’t get out.

Meanwhile, the place really is beautiful. The river, the mountains, the camels grazing in the field. Just amazing. With just a hint of peace, it really could be wonderful.