My wife and I decided to take an organised trip to Afghanistan to see for ourselves what the place was like now. It didn't start well when the bus we were travelling on broke down a few miles north of the capital.
What a third world ****hole! Streets full of angry bearded men glaring at us and my wife stood out like a sore thumb in her sundress, as all other women had head-to-toe burqas.
Oh my God, we are dead, I thought.
Luckily, Dave the organiser knows his way around well, and suddenly remembered that Auburn had a railway station, so we were able to get safely to
Sydney airport and then on to Kabul....
Cloak said
05:43 PM Sep 25, 2014
lol
Truer than the story goes.... Or is that a mixed metaphor.
My wife and I decided to take an organised trip to Afghanistan to see for ourselves what the place was like now. It didn't start well when the bus we were travelling on broke down a few miles north of the capital.
What a third world ****hole! Streets full of angry bearded men glaring at us and my wife stood out like a sore thumb in her sundress, as all other women had head-to-toe burqas.
Oh my God, we are dead, I thought.
Luckily, Dave the organiser knows his way around well, and suddenly remembered that Auburn had a railway station, so we were able to get safely to
Sydney airport and then on to Kabul....
Truer than the story goes.... Or is that a mixed metaphor.