There are certain bloggers who appear regularly with their posts, especially if they are in a series… and this applies to Mary Smith with her fascinating and sometimes hair raising adventures in Afghanistan…We are now on week 23 and I do suggest that you go back and read the previous articles as they are well worth it.
MarySmith’sPlace – Afghan adventures #23 a bit about party politics – Afghan style
By now I had spent nearly two months in Jaghoray and it was almost the end of August. It was almost time to move on, if I was to reach the other clinics before winter. Jon, the project co-ordinator returned to Qolijou and I went to discuss travel plans. The idea was for me to spend some time in each, helping with any admin tasks, stock taking and generally being there to sort any other problems. Jon would return to Pakistan to collect the money and essential supplies the clinics needed before winter closed the road. We would meet at the clinic in Lal-sar-Jangal and return to Pakistan together.
My room in the clinic
At the hospital, one of the translators greeted me, adding, ‘Have you come to visit your landlord’s mother?’ I was mystified until I found Rosanna setting up the x ray equipment for Gul Agha’s mother who was lying, grey faced, clutching at her stomach.
The x ray room where they were able to see where the fragments of metal had gone in
Head over to find out what had happened to Gul Agha’s mother and the rest of the post: A bit about party politics Afghan Style
Now for one of the legendary stories from Andrew Joyce, and you don’t get much more legendary than a car full of John Steinbeck, John Huston and Clark Gable... no spoilers but as always worth heading over to read..
John, Clark, & John
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, movies were the premier form of entertainment in our land. There was no Netflix, no streaming from YouTube, no Hulu, and definitely no checking out Kim Kardashian’s butt every week on television because there was no television. No Kim Kardashian, for that matter.
Back in those prehistoric days, one man ruled over Hollywood. He was known as the “King,” much like—decades later—Elvis would be The King. But Elvis was the King of Rock and Roll; the man I’m speaking of was the King of Hollywood. His name was Clark Gable, and he was the best-known man in America. He was better known than the President of the United States and probably better loved.
Find out what happened when these three legends sat in the same car together: John Clark & John – Andrew Joyce..
And the final post is from Geoff Le Pard and is very on point for me as I recently found myself driving back from shopping with ice-cream melting in the freezer bag, whilst a gentleman of advanced maturity kept a steady 40 kilometres under the speed limit. Since overtaking spots are few and far between a mantra is definitely required, tempting though a short and pithy one might be… Geoff shares wisdom on not allowing these moments to degenerate into conflict (and horn thumping!).
Rationalising A Way
I live in the London Borough of Lambeth. For some time all the roads in the borough have been the subject of a 20 mile per hour limit with very few exceptions. The neighbouring boroughs have a variety of rules, including some streets with a 20 limit, but none, as far as I can judge apply it universally.
It takes some getting used to. On narrow roads with parked cars on either side it feels fast enough but, especially at night on empty straight highways it feels almost like a penitence and it is easy to let your mph creep towards the former standard of 30.
Many don’t like it; some positively hate it. And this leads to far more confrontations than was customary before its introduction. Cars rush up behind, pressing close as if, by the simple expedient of air pressure being applied I will go faster. Lights are flashed, horns of differing levels of frustrations pressed and, occasionally madcap overtaking manoeuvres undertaken.
Sometimes I shrug, at others I growl, often a sense of my own superiority arises. What I struggle with is at these times is any sort of empathy and yet I too have felt that urge to go faster. It takes a degree of will power to avoid signing my thinking, offering a smug, knowing finger in response to their bubbling annoyance.
Head over to read the rest of the post and take on board both Geoff’s advice and that of Tom Hanks: Rationalising a way by Geoff Le Pard
Thanks for dropping in today and I hope you will head over to read these posts in full thanks Sally.