Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Afghan Hands
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sheer Yakh
There's nothing else to say. Ice cream makes me smile.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Skype me, baby!
After we hung up I reflected on the "snail mail" we used to wait on back in the day. This is just a Christmas shout out to developers of Skype and the amazing Internet. What a cool age we live in!
I am going to take advantage of it to keep in touch better in 2011. Ok, there I've already started...New Year's resolutions! Well, what's yours? Please let me hear from you.
Ok, I am still not a pashto ninja. My language skills are fading fast these past weeks. But I could not resist the Skype ninja photo I found.
Take care and have a Merry Christmas, wherever you are!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Christmas Eve in Kabul
The decorations along the streets that went up right after Thanksgiving are courtesy of your hard earned tax dollars, but they are beautiful and make most smile. The cakes and cookies and chocolates are hard to escape...including the extra 5 lbs we all strap on...but we love it.
The visits from families that we love (and hate) to be around, but for some reason always end up together with during this time of year...enjoy them.
You see, none of that it is in Afghanistan, except the 5 extra lbs...thanks to all of you and the postman! But I have visions of Christmas past and those of Christmas future in my mind. I am even enjoying the tug and tussle in mall stores and trying to find that last parking spot at the mall, wedged between the suburban and the Winnebago parked out in the back 40! Why? Because I will be with you, celebrating the birth of Jesus!
Until then, I am going to sing some carols tonight during a candle light service, in a walled camp in the center of Kabul, then pop in my [all year long] favorite movie, Christmas Vacation. So, from me, cousin Eddie, and 100,000 others wishing they could trade places, please enjoy the season. Seek Him, wise men! And most of all, have a wonderful Christmas.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Blessed are the peacemakers
Now, in 2010, with Afghanistan again in a fight for survival, he says he cannot bear to see an animal mistreated nor hunt on the lands he used to roam as a young man. An interesting view of a warrior who has shed the blood of men and had his own blood spilled. The contrast is amazing.
I've seen the pictures of him...soldier of fortune stuff from the 80's. These here could easily be replaced with his, but I will keep them off this blog for his privacy. Shaggy beard gone now, AK-74 turned in for a laptop, hate replaced by a soft heart for the hurting people around him. He said, "I really believe that the peacemakers will be blessed."
Well, that was encouraging enough for me and a good reminder of Jesus' declaration. Like my warrior friend, I'm making peace today, here in the center of turmoil and chaos.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
BITS flight complete
Ok, it has been forever since my last blog and I have no excuse. Sounds like a catholic confession! But, I'm back in Kabul after a great vacation and Thanksgiving back to Virginia with Kay and the boys. I'm charged up and ready to re-attack this mission here...and do a better job about capturing some cool stuff in this fascinating land.
Ok, since I started off with the saddle reference, I'll use that as a transition to a goal I have for the new year. Before I leave this place, I want to see a Buzkashi match. I cut the following from the website on "Southern travels." From what I understand it is brutal (not just for the dead goat) and very physically demanding.
Buzkashi, which literally translated means "goat grabbing" is the national sport of Afghanistan. Many historians believe that Buzkashi began with the Turkic-Mongol people, and it is indigenously shared by the people of Northern Afghanistan. There are two main types of Buzkashi, Tudabarai and Qarajai. Tudabarai is relatively simple compared with Qarajai, even though they share similar objectives.
In Buzkashi, a headless carcass is placed in the center of a circle and surrounded by the players of two opposing teams. The object of the game, is to get control of the carcass and bring it to the scoring area. Although it seems like a simple task, it is not. Only the most masterful players, (called chapandaz) ever even get close to the carcass. The competition is fierce, and the winner of a match receives prizes that have been donated by a sponsor. These prizes range from money, to fine turbans and clothes. In order for someone to become a chapandaz, one must undergo a tremendous amount of difficult training. In fact, the best chapandaz, are usually over the age of forty. Buzkashi, is definitely not a game for the weak.
The players are not the only ones who undergo arduous training; the horses that participate in buzkashi must train for five years before ever making it to the playing field. Buzkashi, is indeed a dangerous sport, but intensive training and excellent communication between the horse and rider can help minimize the risk of injury.
The different types of Buzkashi: Tudabarai & Qarajai
In Tudabarai, in order to score, the rider must obtain possession of the carcass and then carry it away from the starting circle in any direction. The rider must stay free and clear of the other riders.
In Qarajai, the task is much more complex. The player must carry the calf around a marker, and then return the carcass to the team's designated scoring circle.
In each version of the game, points are awarded for successfully completing the task of getting control of the carcass, and getting it to the proper scoring area. The winner of each match receives prizes which have been put up by a sponsor. The top prizes are usually money, or fine clothes.
To many Afghans, Buzkashi is not just a game, it is a way of life; a way in which teamwork and communication are essential to being successful.
Well, all the matches are generally up North where I don't get to travel. Just to busy right now, but I hope to break out soon. Sounds like I am talking about a prison, doesn't it. : )
Gotta run...