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January 30, 2003
|Minutes before the 10:00 pm curfew and lights out, a pair of policemen, or men who claimed to be policemen, rapped on our hotel door. We wouldn't let them in. They argued with us through the door for 10 minutes, then left. That spooked us enough, along with the terrible living conditions, to move to a better hotel this morning, the Hotel Mustafa. Many foreigners stay at this hotel. The security situation is a tradeoff - no bandits will rob us in the night yet a bomb threat was made against this hotel yesterday. We spent the rest of our day walking around Kabul, exploring and running errands. The day shines bright and clear, we get a good look at the mud-brick houses that cluster around the mountains surrounding Kabul. A US dollar can get you a taxi ride anywhere in the city. We move from one end to the other, snapping a few pictures, smiling at people (who smile back). With a war in the countryside, it's hard to tell walking around Kabul.|
We've dropped in on the Army base several times and made a few friends. We go out and their uniforms, flak jackets, and M16 rifles always attract a lot of attention.
A thirty five year old map guides us around Kabul. It's still accurate because nothing has changed.