My departure from Kabul reminded me that I had been here two years previously. Two years before, in my transit of Pakistan, I heard the news that the King had been deposed by his cousin. This time my flight to Tashkent was delayed because of activities commemorating that event. A number of fighter jets made low passes over the city. That is pretty scary stuff.
Construction underway in Kabul
I think this is Shar-e Nau Park but there is nothing that lets me have a solid reference. Shar-e Nau Park was close to where I was staying and the most likely place to have taken this photo. Things change in thirty-seven years.
Sigi’s Restaurant – Crossroads of the West. This was where you put a note up on the message board if you were looking to share a ride to India or perhaps back through Iran to Turkey. Here you could meet your fellow hippy traveler, enjoy some pseudo- Western food, and hear European languages spoken. There is no evidence of it on Chicken Street any more and I never met anyone who could tell me where it used to be located.
This Ariana plane was grounded for the commemorative events marking the second anniversary of deposing the King.
This is the plane that was to take me to Tashkent as soon as the fighter jets had finished their low passes over the city.