under the blue sky of kabul..

Welcome to my new kabul blogg..
that is the third one by the way and i am sure there are more to come!

The Day I lost my 'little machine':
After a heartbreaking packing up of my beloved Jane Bond the suitcases where stuffed with things that weighted way too much. Since the packing was a bit of a mess I did not really think of packing carefully. So at the Dubai emigration, tired after a long flight and a sleepless night I got picked out 'randomly' with other western looking women.
Only one thought crossed my mind: 'in which back is the vibrator?' well, they found out for me at the x-ray machine and wanted me to unpack my little machine.
I was way too tired to unzip that awfully packed suitcase but the lady insisted that she wants the little machine. So she grabbed my passport and stormed away only to come back with the boss of the emigration who asked me still quite polite what the problem was. I replied that simply I don't want to unpack my bag but already he started his speech of 'this is an islamic country and these machines are not allowed'.
We exchanged a couple of harsh words after I asked him why Islam is forbidding women pleasure without man and he told me not to travel in a country like this if I don't accept the culture.
Meanwhile he kept on refering to the little machine while I was saying as often Vibrator and Dildo as I said Vagina during the Monologues.


I am too tired to take the point and fire back that I am not planning on traveling in this country, I am only on transit to Afghanistan. Stupid Stockhowe shut your mouth! Of course he got hooked up on this one and told me that the Talib's would kill me, put me in the earth and stone me if they found this machine in there. While we were getting louder and more impolite than I would ever get on an airport I ripped open my suitcase and swung out the little machine.

The little lady tried to keep us calm or rather me but by than she just jumped in and smashed a non see through bag over the little machine. I got taken to the office in the back, with no window of course and they made me sign a form: 'request to destroy the item'. For a moment I smiled, put my signature under this wonderful request and left the office even if he wanted me to stay and take a paper with me that states that the item is destroyed. Well I didn't want to have it so I just scrambled my stuff back into the bags and left. Beaten but smiling. I didn't give in too easy, even though it was already 7am my time and I had to get up in a couple of hours to get my visa.

This was a crazy long trip through Dubai, an extended but pleasant visa transit in a special upgraded four points by sheraton hotel and finally arrival on thursday night in kabul.

The Day I started partying in Kabul:




Right in time to join my first kabul party and meet the old and new folks in town.
I love it! Every aspect of coming back here is just amazing.
Already when the plane made its first turn to enter the valley of kabul i felt like coming home.
It took another two parties until finally, today, I started working. I am going to have a lot of work for the next 120 days and beyond. But lets concentrate on the day to day business.

I am still sleeping in a Harry Potter room 'under the stairs, behind the bathroom' but magic little room! Looking for a bit bigger place to hang my shirts and place my 'rita queen of speed' cup to finally arrive at home completely.

Pictures will follow as soon as there are batteries in my camera!
So long
Rita in Kabul.. again