Rory was trying to buy a white prayer hat. So soon other shop keepers came out with their selections. Foreigners immediately attract a lot of attention in this town, even if they try to dress inconspicuously.
On the way back, about 45 minutes east of Bamiyan we came across the ruins of a town called Zahak. We stopped to have a look.
This guy spoke perfect Farsi with an Iranian accent. He said he had spent 20 years in Iran and had come back to Bamiyan 3 years ago. He was trying to sell me a wedding dress.
At night in the hotel we were all suffering intensely. How could we have been so stupid to go out for a walk without using sun block. At least I had my sunglasses on, poor Rory had it worst. He was in agony, his face was red and his eyes were watering and in pain, so he put his Patoo (blanket) on his head as we talked about the amazing day.
By the time we reached the car, our clothes had dried and our faces started to feel raw from the intense sun and the snow. On the way back to the hotel we decided to stop at the only music store on the high street and get some traditional Bamiyani Music.
They sent their son to accompany us to the road where our car was parked, as Afghan etiquette dictates. The Afghans have the tradition that as their guest they feel responsible for your safely. So they go out of their way to provide that safety at times at the cost of their own lives. A very rare thing today anywhere in this world.
As we were getting ready to get in the car, we saw a little boy running down the path we had taken in the morning chasing a white donkey. It was very sweet to watch how he kept chasing him trying to surprise him. He managed to catch him after about 20 minutes.
The boy walked us through the village of Ghor to the main road. This bus drives from the village to the nearby towns.
Now they have dug a small hole where the snow water slowly accumulates, but it is hardly enough for 10 families. They asked us if we could help. We said we were not sure if we could but took some photos, got their names and phone number and said we would write to UN Habitat when we got back to Kabul.
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