All out over Afghanistan

Back safe, if not quite sound. I didn’t drink the water, but I still brought home an unfortunate souvenir. It isn’t cholera, but whatever it is, it hit bad just in time for the journey home. Seven hours of severe stomach cramps in an aeroplane is no joke.

Luckily, it was a night flight and most people slept, meaning there were no queues for the loo and my puking in a bag went largely unnoticed.

Things were at their worst over Afghanistan. It was interesting to note how the pilot’s flight path announcement on the outgoing trip had us jumping right from Uzbekistan to Pakistan, even though – when not showing movies – Finnair displays a map with a plane icon that travels the route in real-time. The pilot on the way back, however, was happy to mention flying past Kabul.

George W will be happy to know I was hurling a few of my own missiles over Afghanistan.

Keep tuned for forthcoming tales – and Flickr photos – from India, when I’m feeling up to it :(