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Working from former Soviet Capitals 2021

kmartini — Sat, 13 Nov 2021 02:34:42 +0000

Working from Former Soviet Capitals 2021

TALLINN, ESTONIA

My Russian visa still had a couple days before it became valid, and I was waiting on PCR test results in Helsinki, so I decided to take a 25-minute flight to Tallinn.

My last trip to the Baltic states was cut short when I left my friends in Riga and flew to Ukraine.

I always wanted to check Estonia off my list but wasn’t going to make a special trip to do so.

The waiting game offered the perfect opportunity to spend a couple days in the World Heritage area of Tallinn’s Old Town. I used Marriott points to book a couple nights at the Telegraph Hotel and enjoyed a couple days exploring.

Põhjala Brewery

It was at the Põhjala Brewery, enjoying an IPA and some BBQ in the sun, that I started to get nervous.

The rules for entering Russia were always changing and I read you had to travel directly from a country that had direct flights to Russia. I would be flying back through Helsinki.

Would they let me board? Would they let me enter when I landed? Pictures of Snowden stuck in limbo were flashing through my mind. Lol.

Stressed Out at the Airport

When I checked in for my flight in Tallinn, the gate attendant looked at my passport for what seemed like an hour, then she went to make a phone call. But then she came back, printed my boarding pass, and I was on my way. Still unsure if they would grant me entry when I got there, I did my best to enjoy one of the most comfortable airports I’ve ever been in. Turns out my fears were unfounded. After a couple short flights with Chinese in hazmat suits and Russians who refused to wear masks, I was in Moscow.

MOSCOW, RUSSIA

Arriving in Moscow was a shit show. Passport control was a madhouse. People shoving, no real lines, just everyone for themselves. The woman at the counter got angry with me when I presented my documents. She kept yelling the same question at me, but I couldn’t understand her through the mask and glass window. The chaos didn’t end there. I ended up getting through the area where they check vax cards and health declaration forms without showing anything, because there was no order and I just kept walking, but then there was the barrage of pushy taxi drivers.

Then a major debacle led me to my first (and only) interaction with a Russian police officer. The Yandex app wouldn’t work on my phone (most apps wouldn’t) and the language barrier was tough, so I ignored all the pushy taxi drivers and went out to the official taxi stand. I booked a taxi with them, paid via credit card, and was on my way. It wasn’t until a few minutes later I realized they charged me 10x the normal fare. I made my driver (who was also pissed because they only gave him the normal fare) take me back to the airport where I demanded my money back. After getting the police involved, I got some of my money back thanks to my honest Mongolian taxi driver.

The whole airport experience was an extremely bad first impression of Russia. Especially after coming from friendly Finland.

Arriving at my apartment building (one of Stalin’s Seven Sisters) didn’t exactly put me at ease, but I was in awe. There were people modeling for Instagram at the entrance of the imposing building that could be seen from almost anywhere in the city. The views from inside my apartment were incredible. The internet was 10x faster than Finland, but technology aside it felt like going back in time. I was worn out and frustrated and ended up staying in to relax and read. I would leave the exploring to the next day.

Red Square

My first day/night in Moscow was a little rough. I am embarrassed to say I didn’t think I was going to be able to make it on my own. I posted to the EPS group looking for a fixer and was laughed at. Once I got out into the city, I realized why. Moscow is an extremely easy city to navigate.

The Yandex app (once I got it working) is Uber. The Metro is straightforward and has all stops marked in English. Most restaurants have English menus. ATMs are everywhere.

In all reality, I was kind of disappointed in how easy Moscow was. Growing up in the U.S., I always thought of Russia as “the other”, but it turns out Moscow really isn’t much different than many other cities I’ve been to.

Red Square is a place I’ve always wanted to see though, and it did not disappoint. Especially at night with everything lit up. The iconic Saint Basil’s Cathedral, the red brick walls of the Kremlin, and the impressive Gum mall, all make for one of the more impressive city squares.

Walking around the square, hearing all the chatter from families conversing in Russian, did make me feel like I was somewhere else. The place we always feared as kids in the 80’s.

The days were chilly, but warm in the sun, and the nights brought out all the fluffy hats and sweaters and long jackets. It was the Russia I’d always pictured.

GUM

Gum is a large shopping mall with locations all over the former Soviet states. The one on Red Square is gigantic. It was so festive that even the Russian gangsters were enjoying themselves.

Lenin’s Mausoleum

I went into Lenin’s Mausoleum without realizing his 97-year-old corpse was on display. I thought it was a wax sculpture at first. So creepy. Stalin used to be next to him, but they removed the body and buried it after the tide turned against him.

Kremlin Closed

The one day I decided I was going to visit the Kremlin, it was closed.

There was heavy police and military presence all over the city, so I’m guessing there was official business going on behind those walls.

Uilliam’s

My favorite breakfast place was a small café in one of the hipster neighborhoods. People watching here was the best.

Café Pushkin

The one fancy dinner I had. The atmosphere was great and the vodka flowed like wine, but the food was only ok. I realized how comfortable I was in the city when I walked the 30 minutes back to my apartment late at night, slightly buzzed, blasting Russian black metal through my earbuds.

Novodevichy Cemetery

Everyone who was anyone is buried in the Novodevichy Cemetery.

Except for Lenin, of course

Les enfants sont les victimes des vices des adultes

Children Are the Victims of Adult Vices is a collection of statues in Moscow that represent all the dangers children face (drugs, child labor, prostitution, alcohol, etc.) while a mother looks on with indifference. It’s very well done, but kinda creepy that it’s right next to a children’s playground.

Fallen Monument Park

“I follow the Moskva, down to Gorky Park, listening to the wind of change.

Take me to the magic of the moment, on a glory night, where the children of tomorrow share their dreams”

I couldn’t get that Scorpions song out of my head as I walked along the Moskva River to Gorky Park.

Along the way I saw one of the ugliest monuments I’ve ever seen.

I also visited Sculpture Park (aka Fallen Monument Park). It’s where the statues of the Communist past ended up during perestroika. I’ve always wondered why we couldn’t do something like this in the U.S. Rather than trying to erase the past by destroying Confederate statues, etc., why not put them in a museum or a “park of shame”?

Mosfilm

I toured Mosfilm studios. It is the one studio that has been releasing Russian and Soviet films since 1924.

Some of my favorites are Stalker, Come and See, The Cranes Are Flying, Mirror, Solaris, and The Ascent.

The tour was completely in Russian and I didn’t understand a thing, but it was still fun to walk around the sets and see some of the costumes and cars and stuff.

Embassy of Belarus

An opportunity to take 4 days off work presented itself, so I decided to travel to Belarus for a long weekend. Unfortunately, I needed a visa because I was coming from Russia. There is no passport control between the two countries, so I needed a visa to present before boarding a flight. The embassy staff were very friendly, and it wasn’t the hassle I expected it to be. I even found a great taphouse to hang out and have a coupe local IPAs while I waited.

Russia

Moscow allowed me to experience one small part of Russia.

I felt comfortable and never felt unsafe.

Working US hours was more difficult than I’d imagined though.

I planned on working from 6:00pm-2:00am, then sleep from 2:00am-9:00am, then explore by day. The biggest issue was falling asleep at 2:00am. I can’t go to sleep right after work. So, I’d usually end up reading Crime & Punishment until about 4:00am, then I’d FaceTime with the girls, then I’d fall asleep and have heavy dreams and wake up a few times before it was time to get up.

I never got on a real schedule.

The weather was beautiful my entire time in Moscow. It rained a few times, but never while I was out.

My apartment, and the view, made me feel at home in the city. If anything, I was too comfortable and had to force myself out every day.

Traffic is awful in Moscow, but the metro is a great alternative to Yandex.

MINSK, BELARUS

Belarus was not what I expected. I don’t know what I expected, but I was overwhelmed by the friendliness of the people and how clean everything was. This is a country that was closed off from the world for a long time, experienced a failed revolution less than a year ago, and is ran by the “last dictator in Europe.” But everyone, from my Yandex driver to the lady standing in front of my (very Soviet) apartment complex, to the nicest old couple who rented me the place, was so welcoming. The Airbnb wife spoke English better than her husband, so she kept trying to interrupt him when he was talking to me, and he kept shooing her away.

The land was all orange and yellow as we drove into the city. You could eat off the streets in the city center (because the government employees a team of cleaners and because people just don’t litter). The thing that struck me the most on my first walk was how much more Soviet it felt than Moscow. If I were to ignore the McDonalds and KFC, I could almost imagine I was back in the USSR.

The country is super safe for travelers. I felt no animosity from anyone, despite being from a country that has levied heavy sanctions recently. There are no direct flights to Belarus from the U.S. or most European countries ever since Lukashenko forced a Ryanair flight to land in Minsk to retrieve a blogger who was critical of his government. This just happened in May of this year. Even most flyover flights have rerouted.

Soviet KFC

When you want to celebrate the power of the workers against the evil West, but still love some fried chicken.

Old vs. New

Belarus has been ruled by the notorious dictator, Lukashenko, since 1994, when he was elected for a normal term (and then solidified power by constitutional reforms). He is very much a fan of the USSR, and the country is a time capsule of that period.

But the youth are rebelling and looking to the future. There was a failed revolution last year and many people think the system is on the verge of collapse.

And роял = royal in Russian.

Russian Social Democratic Labour Party

The Green House is a replica of the house that once stood there. It is where the RSDLP was born.

Right across the street is the apartment building Lee Harvey Oswald lived in.

Khatyn Memorial

25% of the Belarus population died in WWII (Great Patriotic War). If you’ve ever seen Come and See, you’ll know about the villages that were attacked. People were locked in barns before they were burned to the ground. Khatyn was one of those villages. In 1943, around 150 people were burned alive here. The deaths in Khatyn and across 185 other villages are attributed to the Nazis. There are stories coming out now that Soviet troops and partisans also committed atrocities in the region. The history of Belarus throughout many wars resides in a grey area. None of that takes away from the fact that all these villagers experienced a horrible death.

The memorial itself is somber but very well done. The entrance is marked by The Unconquered Man. Joseph Kaminsky was the only survivor and the statue shows him carrying his son. There are 26 chimneys representing each home destroyed. It is said that people came to the village and used the fireplaces to keep warm after the massacre. A bell rings on each one on a rotating schedule to mark each death. Each village has a granite gravestone. There are 3 trees in the Square of Memory, with a space for a 4th, representing the 1 in 4 people who died during the war. An eternal flame burns there.

The whole monument blends into the quiet space surrounded by forest. It is a very peaceful place now.

The Mound of Glory

The Mound of Glory, a memorial to the Soviet soldiers who fought in WWII, was the first place I was extremely cold on this trip. The wind ripped through the monument when I got to the top and it made me question whether I wanted to go back to Russia. The weather in Saint Petersburg was changing and it was looking very cold and wet. This is when the idea of going to Georgia popped into my mind.

Surrounded by the Enemy

Zair Azgur was a famous Belarusian sculptor, and a ton of his work has been crammed into a very small space at his memorial museum. I got there right before it closed but they let me in. There was a group of musicians setting up for a concert that night. A surreal space to be playing music. The creepiest statue was that of the founder of the KGB holding a child.

BREST, BELARUS

Brest could have been reached by train. It probably would have been even faster. But I will never regret hiring Vladimir to drive me. At 59-years-old, the man had stories that could fill volumes. Born in Ukraine and raised in Russia, he now resides in Minsk with his Russian wife and 12-year-old son. He has visited 80 countries, most at war, in conflict, or dealing with major displacement issues. He fought for the Soviets in Afghanistan, he worked counterintelligence in the Cold War, and saw some shit in Chechnya. Still employed by the UN High Commissioner for Refugees, he’ll be able to collect his pension in any country he wants in 3 years. He doesn’t believe Belarus will survive another year, so he’s trying to decide where he wants his son to grow up.

As we crossed the Stalin Line, he pointed out pill boxes from WWI and WWII, the peppered fields that have seen so many battles through the centuries. He talked about all the amazing things he’s found in those fields using a metal detector. He had me listen to how the sound of the road changed in certain parts, where it was wide and the trees had been cleared, so I could understand that the freeway doubled as a runway for military aircraft.

Both his grandfathers fought for the Soviet Army and the NKVD. He told me how Belarus only has three ways to enter, because the rest of the country was fortified by forests, rivers, and swamps. He talked about how the partisans were not guerillas. They were just AWOL military looking after their own interests. The heroes of Brest didn’t really hold off the Nazis, they just survived. And most of them were sent to the gulags by Stalin.

He talked about how all the good products from Belarus were shipped to Russia. His friends in Russia could get better quality Belarusian vodka and meat than he could locally, and it was less expensive there. His niece had to flee to Poland because she was wanted for the protests last year. He believes the population of Belarus is much less than reported, because the youth leave without telling the government. And even though he’s spent a good part of his life working for refugees, he had no love for the Iraqis flooding into Minsk. He does not consider them refugees but sees them as opportunists that do not share the values of the Belarusians.

Vladimir is an extremely well educated and well-traveled man, and he misses the USSR. He said at least back then they had something to be proud of. Spending 12 hours with this man was the highlight of my entire stay in Belarus.

Vladimirisms

“Anyone can be President of Belarus, as long as they have experience being President of Belarus.”

“The politicians used to just get some grease on their fingers, now they slice the pig down the middle and take half.”

“Belarus has about 6 months to a year left, then it will be absorbed into Russia. It will be a peaceful transition”

“CCCP now stand for Cool Communist Concrete Photography”

“The Russian military wasn’t in the Ukraine; it was just polite men in green uniforms.”

As I got out of the car and put my beanie on “there you go, you look Georgian now!”

TBILISI, GEORGIA

About eight months into COVID, I was losing my mind and considered moving my family to Georgia for six months. They were allowing digital nomad visas. It didn’t happen, but the icy rain in Saint Petersburg caused me to change my plans and head to sunny Tbilisi. I booked a flight from Minsk, a night at the Marriott on points, and an Airbnb around the corner for the rest of the week. There were big protests in the city center a couple days earlier, but everything seemed safe enough.

I was immediately in love with the city, and Georgia is a Top 10 country for me now. It has all the comforts of Eastern Europe, but also a lot of Russian Empire / Soviet stuff. It has great infrastructure, fast internet, and good cell coverage. It has beautiful mountains and a wine country. It has very good food (local and foreign cuisine is offered all over the city, via delivery, upscale restaurants, and everything in between). They have their own Uber (Yandex). And it’s cheap as hell.

Sure, they try to overthrow their government and like to get into fights with Russia occasionally (they hate Russians), but that’s not unlike the U.S. these days.

The biggest issue with working from Georgia was the time difference. I was working 11 hours ahead of mountain time.

Wild Dogs

Tbilisi has dogs like Istanbul has cats. They are well taken care of, friendly, and some of them are even tagged. They just sleep in the sun and drink from the fountains and seem to have a great life.

Religious Pluralism

Georgia is a very religious country, with 85% of the population subscribing to the Georgian Orthodox Church, but mosques and synagogues pepper the landscape as well.

Churchkhela

This colorful candy is made with nuts and grape juice. It’s pretty, and tastes alright, but wasn’t something I’d go out of my way to have again. It’s hanging in storefronts all over the city.

Baratashvili Bridge

The modern clashes with the old all-around Tbilisi, but this pedestrian bridge (also known as the Bridge of Peace) over the Kura River stands out among it all. A lot of people joke that it looks like a sanitary napkin.

Soviet Train Yard

There is an abandoned train station on the edge of town. There are people living in some of the cars. Not homeless people, but people who have literally turned some of the cars into homes. I wandered around but got sketched out when some random guys seemed to be following me and then they disappeared behind one of the cars.

Cable Car Station

This abandoned Soviet cable car station was much less sketchy than the train station. The construction workers were nice enough to let me in, but not before asking where I was from. I think I would have been denied if I was Russian.

Road Trip

Renting a vehicle in a foreign country is one of my favorite and least favorite things to do. There is nothing like having your own ride to go exploring, but there is also the fear of dealing with a shady company and losing a large deposit because of an accident.

I’d heard people drive crazy in Georgia as well, but this ended up being one of the best experiences I’ve ever had with a foreign rental company.

They brought the Toyota Fortuner Hilux (big in the Emirates) to me at my apartment, I paid cash with no deposit, and they came and picked it up from me when I was done.

The drive was amazing as well. My destination was Stepantsminda (aka Kazbegi, small town in the Caucasus), but I made quite a few stops along the Georgian Military Road.

Gergeti Trinity Church

There is a paved road to Gergeti Trinity Church, or a partial road, but the gang of 4×4 taxi drivers had it blocked off when I got there. I’m not sure if it was officially closed or if they just closed it so they could charge people for a ride up. Luckily, I had a 4×4, because even with the clearance I had, it was a rough ride. So worth it though. The church sits at 7120 ft. and is surrounded by the snowcapped peaks of the Caucasus Mountains. I spread some of Dad’s ashes there. It was his birthday.

KEZBAGI, GEORGIA

I decided to stay in Kezbagi for the night. I found a room at the Hilltop Kazbegi hotel just before sunset. The view from the balcony was nice, but the clouds had dropped down to bury the town in fog. I couldn’t see much until the next morning when I woke up to the crystal clear 16,517 ft. face of Mount Kazbek.

That night I took the car down into town for dinner and couldn’t see a damn thing. The Toyota was almost swallowed by a few potholes, but the restaurant was worth it. A family affair, with the daughter cooking and the mother serving, Baba’s five tables were full, with a rotating group of travelers always waiting for the next to open. The khinkali and khachapuri were both excellent.

Shavi Lomi

I hit this recommended restaurant when I got back to the city. It was the first place to ask for proof of vaccination the entire trip, even though it was outdoor seating. This is where I had my best tasting local beer (a farmhouse ale) and finally tried satsivi (chicken in walnut sauce). Like so many great places in Georgia, it was almost hidden. Just a mural to give a hint of what lay behind.

Brutalist Architecture

I finally made it out to Nutsubidze street on my last day in Georgia. I was looking for the Nutsubidze bridge complex; three brutalist apartment buildings connected by a skybridge.

I booked a Yandex. The driver was extremely friendly. His 19-year-old son was teaching him English. When we got to the buildings, I wasn’t sure we were in the right place. I showed him a photo and he didn’t know. Then I got out of the car and looked up at the bridge directly above us. I pointed up, he looked and shook his head with an expression on his face like “why do you want to see this?”

The elevator needed a key (I heard it was coin operated before), but a nice old lady let me ride up with her. She even let me off on the right floor. This place wasn’t a tourist attraction. People live here. I find this kind of concrete architecture extremely interesting though. Not only the buildings and the bridge, but the view of the old Soviet skyline from those heights as well.

I didn’t have a key to get back down, so I took the stairs. I passed a likeminded traveler on the way down. He didn’t have a nice old lady to help him up.

Heading Home

A self-administered COVID test, a quick nap, and then I was off for my early morning flight.

Leaving Georgia was easy. The customs lady rolled her eyes while looking through my passport. I asked her what was wrong, but I already knew. She said, “you know!” and laughed. She was talking about my Russian visa.

I grabbed a croissant and Turkish coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts (“America runs on Dunkin’”) and threw it away after a couple bites and sips. It was disgusting. Then I bought a bottle of Georgian wine and chacha to bring home.

This journey started out with a week in Finland before crossing into the former Soviet states, and that’s where I spent my last night before the journey home. I really didn’t know where I was going to end up on this trip, so I booked a roundtrip ticket from Denver to Helsinki.

After a good, cold night in Helsinki, I flew to rainy London where I had a proper English breakfast, was told to keep my distance (over the PA) a million times before being crammed into a tram with a hundred other people, and subjugated to “random” additional Homeland Security screening before the long flight home.

The trip was a success. I feel like I know a lot more about a part of the world I’d never been. I will visit Georgia again, with my family, and for an extended period. I could seriously consider living there.

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Traveling Afghanistan 2021

kmartini — Mon, 02 Aug 2021 22:06:03 +0000

Travel in Afghanistan in 2021

Kabul

Arriving in Kabul, I immediately knew I wasn’t in Kurdistan anymore.

The first thing I saw while exiting the airport was a white NATO surveillance blimp overhead; always watching. The entire airport was surrounded by 15 ft concrete blast walls. Heavily armed soldiers were everywhere.

I met my local guide, Hadi, outside the airport. When I got in the car he warned me about keeping my window up so I wouldn’t get my phone stolen.

The streets were insane. So much traffic. And it was really hot in the car with the windows up.

I didn’t feel unsafe, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous being stuck in a mass of traffic in a city where bombs go off regularly.

We went by The National Museum, which used to be one of the most important in Central Asia but has been looted and hit by rockets and isn’t all that interesting anymore, and then we hit a few other sites and got some local clothes made before heading to the guesthouse.

Local clothes are necessary to avoid unwanted attention.

My guesthouse was entered via a restaurant, and behind multiple doors and gates with CCTV cameras. I felt safe and secure there.

To enter Afghanistan, I needed a Letter of Invitation. The person who signed that letter (Noor) was responsible for me while I was in country. My safety was his #1 concern. I was with my guide, Hadi, almost the entire time I was in Afghanistan.

Kabul was pretty much what I expected it to be. Chaotic, loud, and alive. Checkpoints everywhere. Rifles everywhere. At night, the smell of sizzling kebab flooded the smoky streets.

The people who live in Kabul are some of the most resilient in the world. Bombs go off; the people go on with their lives.

Road to Bamyan

When I inquired about visiting Afghanistan I was told I couldn’t visit Bamyan. The Taliban control more than half the country. Going through one of their checkpoints is not advised. Travel in Afghanistan is done by plane, and flights to Bamyan weren’t running anymore.

When I arrived, my fixer informed me he had ran cars on the long road (the short road is completely controlled by Taliban) and hadn’t had any problems, so they guaranteed it was 85% safe (the pinnacle of safety in country).

Bamyan is the most beautiful and safest part of Afghanistan, so I decided to go.

We left Kabul at 4am. Another car left 15 minutes ahead of us and would call if there was any trouble. The road is controlled by the government, but the 4 hour journey went through Taliban-supporting villages. And government troop loyalty isn’t exactly set in stone. Part of the road is protected by a local commander who controls 500 militia who hate the Taliban.

We got through without incident. I was told not to look out the window (or make eye contact with anyone) until we got to the Hazara zone safely. But wearing local clothes and having a scarf over my head helped me blend in. I wasn’t even asked for my passport at the checkpoints.

The risk was worth it. Bamyan and the surrounding area was a highlight of the trip (more on that later).

We returned to Kabul on the same route a couple days later without incident.

Unfortunately, there was a roadside bomb a few hours later, which caused a friend of mine (who had arrived a couple days later) to have to postpone his trip out to the region.

Band-e-Amir National Park

This is why I took the risk of driving to Bamyan.

Band-e-Amir is the one National Park in Afghanistan. It’s mindblowingly beautiful. It’s also always been safe, throughout all the wars. It’s a little piece of paradise in a country that’s been through hell.

My driver, Ali, was from the area and took me to all the best viewpoints.

I met locals, got a sunburn, and figured out how to turn my scarf into a turban to protect my bald skull.

I wish I had more time so I could’ve camped there.

Buddha Niches of Bamyan

The giant Buddhas of Bamyan were the historical and cultural highlight of Afghanistan. They stood (180 ft tall) for around 1,500 years before the Taliban blew them up in 2001.

I didn’t think visiting the niches would be all that exciting. It was amazing though.

Even before the Taliban destroyed the statues, they were shadows of what they were a thousand years ago, when “the golden hues sparkle on every side and the precious ornaments dazzle the eyes by their brightness”.

What I didn’t realize was that I’d be able to climb up into the space where they stood, and hang out in the monk caves, and experience the view from where their giant eyes used to watch over the valley.

This is the same place hippies sat, smoking hash, when Bamyan was part of the hippie trail in the 60’s. And the same place traders would travel on the ancient route between China, India, and Europe.

The crazy thing is, the Hazara people who live in Bamyan have been Muslim for over a thousand years. Buddhism doesn’t exit in Afghanistan. So why blow up the statues? So ridiculous.

Shahr-e Zohak

Shahr-e Zohak dates back to the 6th century.

The Ghorids built it to keep an eye on the valley.

Genghis Khan’s grandson was killed here, causing him to kill almost everyone.

The colloquial name Zohak is taken from the legendary serpent-haired king of Persian literature. Local legend is he was a vampire.

Shahr-e Gholghola

Shahr-e Gholghola (the City of Screams) is the place where Genghis Khan laid seige to Bamyan.

It’s also a great place to watch the sun set over the town and Buddha niches.

I met a few locals up there who asked to take photos with me. Bamyan is a lot less conservative than other parts of the country, but it was still surprising (and refreshing) to see young women up there with a male friend, and posing for selfies with a stranger.

Bamyan

The Bamyan area ended up being my favorite place on this trip.

The cooler weather, laid back atmosphere, and gorgeous surroundings made for a perfect respite from the busy cities and blazing heat.

One fun thing about Bamyan was just people watching. So many photogenic old men. I wish I would have asked to take portraits, but I didn’t want to impose.

There were also so many school kids. I loved seeing so many little girls, in blue uniforms, attending school every day. Much different than other parts of the country.

With the Taliban gaining so much territory recently, and the uncertain future of the country when all the forces leave, I really hope the people of Bamyan are able to continue to maintain peace in this amazing little pocket of Afghanistan.

Kabul

I survived the 4am drive back to Kabul and was able to meet up with Joan and a local photographer, Wasim, in the city.

Wazim took us to the famous bird market. Being with a local with a camera made it a lot more comfortable to take photos with my real camera.

Just like in Iraq, men like to pose with mean or grumpy faces, even if they were smiling right before the shot.

Hadi and I were supposed to fly to Mazār-e Sharīf (Mazar) from Kabul.

The domestic terminal was kind of a joke. No flight info on the monitors (just a Google search screen).

They told us our flight had been delayed a few hours, so we waited around.

When it came time to board, they told us it was a different flight and we didn’t have tickets. Our original flight had been cancelled.

At first I was pissed, but then we met three guys in wheelchairs all bandaged up. One of them was crying because of the cancelled flight. They had been injured fighting the Taliban a month or two earlier. They lost 50 of their friends . They have been convalescing in Kabul on their own dime.

The stories they told about the military commanders selling their guns to the Taliban just reinforced how corrupt everything is. So sad. My inconvenience didn’t seem so important anymore.

So, we ended up spending more time in Kabul.

That night, I found out from Joan that there was a roadside bomb on the road I had traveled that day. Then the power went out in my hotel room. The next morning I learned three bombs had gone off in Kabul. Two targeted prominent Hazara leaders; the other a power grid. Five people were killed.

Panjshir Valley

When COVID hit last year, and the future of travel was unknown, I started following some travel bloggers to live vicariously through their stories. One blog, ran by a Spaniard named Joan, blew me away. This guy was traveling to places I didn’t know were even possible; places like Iraq, Syria, Saudi Arabia, etc.

A year later I would find myself climbing on old Soviet tanks in Afghanistan with Joan.

Because of the cancelled flight, I was able to make it out to the Panjshir Valley.

This is where the mujahideen fought the Soviets in the 80’s. It is also the site of Ahmad Shah Massoud’s tomb.

Mossoud is considered a national hero in Afghanistan. His photo is displayed everywhere. The man fought the Soviets, and then the Taliban as the leader of the Northern Alliance. He was also a warlord that wasn’t always on the right side of history.

He was assassinated two days before the September 11th attacks in 2001.

Joan joined us for the day because his trip to Bamyan was delayed due to the bombing.

It was a great day in a beautiful area and we were lucky to see it. The government closed the road between the Kabul and the valley the next day due to an increase in COVID cases

Mazār-e Sharīf

The fight ran the next day, on the infamous Kam Air. Takeoff was like nothing I’d experienced on a plane before. Almost nothing scares me while flying, but when I felt like we were decelerating when we should have been gaining altitude, added to the insane turbulence, I thought for sure we were going down. But we made it to Mazar safely.

It was 106 degrees when we landed at 5:00pm. It got up to 110 the next day.

Mazar was too hot to really do anything, but sunset at Shrine of Hazrat Ali (Blue Mosque) was worth the visit.

The shrine and mosque were secondary to watching all the families chill around the grounds. People watching at its finest.

Mazar was much more mellow than Kabul. No traffic. A real laid back feel. More beggars and determined kids asking for money though. If I wasn’t drowning in my own sweat, I probably could have enjoyed myself there.

Unfortunately, the situation of the ground changed not long after I left…

“In Mazar-e-Sharif, convoys of these anti-Taliban militias roamed the streets Wednesday as civilians mostly stayed at home. “I don’t see many ordinary vehicles. It looks like a city at war now,” said shopkeeper Sami Faizy.”

– Wall Street Journal, June 23rd, 2021

Leaving Afghanistan

When I was having lunch in Mazar I got an alert from the U.S. Embassy. COVID cases were spiking and hospitals were refusing foreigners.

They recommend all nonessential people leave the country. I was leaving the next day anyway, so we went for ice cream and then hit a couple other sites before flying back to Kabul.

I got my PCR test with results back in about 20 minutes. The rumor is that this place doesn’t give positive results. It’s just another money grab.

After one last night in Kabul, I was in the airport leaving Afghanistan. I almost bought my 3-year-old a teddy bear in a chadari, but decided I wasn’t ready to explain it.

Heading Home

My route home was through Dubai, with night in Istanbul.

When I arrived in Istanbul, there was a guy with a sign with four names listed. My name was on the sign, along with three others who had traveled from Afghanistan. He informed us we would need to quarantine if we left the airport.

My flight wasn’t until the next morning, so he said I would have to stay in the departures terminal until then.

I agreed, but when I went to get my bag (they made me check it) I realized I was outside the terminal. So, I caught a cab to the hotel where I spent the night.

My nerves were shot on the way back to the airport because my wife would have killed me if I got stuck in Turkey, but no one said a word.

There were questions at immigration in Denver, “You were there for vacation? I’ve never heard of that”, but it all went smooth, and I was home safe and with the girls that Saturday afternoon.

I haven’t stopped thinking about this trip since then.

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