Afghanistan

Afghanistan is what I have always dreamed of―otherworldly, very exotic. The reality meets my dreams. (Wanderer, page 305)

The main drag, where Westerners hang out in this community in Kabul, is known as Chicken Street. (Wanderer, page 311)

I’m surrounded by flowing robes and turbans. The all-male street crowd is in an uproar over me, as I’m singled out by all those within my radius via whistles, jeering, catcalls, and guys reaching at me from the crowds and pinching my bare midriff. (Wanderer, page 413)

Kabul is one of the nodes on the hippy trail, with literally thousands of Western travelers, mostly young and somewhat hip, hanging out in a kind of loose-knit community. (Wanderer, page 311)

Kabul is quite the place. It is more modern than the primitiveness I’ve been getting used to here in Afghanistan. (Wanderer, page 310)

Kabul – street scene

Kabul -people by the river

But today I’m going to hang out at Sigis, a teahouse for freaks. The establishment is filled with Westerners, especially hot hippy chicks. (Wanderer, page 421)

Next day, I’m moving back to the Hindu Kush Hotel and returning to the more familiar haunts of Westerners around Chicken Street. (Wanderer, page 417)

Kandahar, Afghanistan

Kabul, Afghanistan