So I’m sitting here in my shipping container home (lovingly referred to as a hooch), and the internet is out so this will get posted later. I’ve got my Wii, but I’m stuck on the water temple in Zelda and I need to get to the walkthrough, which requires the Internet. I keep getting 10 copies of each text message that comes in but I can’t turn off the phone because the hooch has no other alarm clock. I’m eating a can of salted cashews I bought yesterday because the PX is closed for inventory, even though the sign on the door says the stock check was supposed to be tomorrow. Somehow, I broke my iPod in transit.
But this is all whinging. The hooch has AC, hot water, and a refrigerator. There might be only two places to eat, but they are cheap and have a decent selection for Kabul. I’ve got a small TV with Discovery, the History channel, and AFN even if the DVD player is missing and so is the remote. As someone said this morning, “at least it’s a nice prison.”
So while I hardly ever mention my job in these posts, it’s all I have here. I can’t leave the compound. Tomorrow, I’ll have some pictures of my hooch. But on to the topic of the day: Gurkha porn. As you can tell, Kabul is one of those places without much to do. We (or rather our contractor) hire Gurkha guards, and they are great at their jobs. But they are also smart enough to figure that our filtering software can’t recognize Nepali. But we do get reports at who is using the most bandwidth, and we go after those people because our links are slow enough as it is. HoochNet, which is our Internet-only network for the residences, has no such restrictions. So my day consisted of cleaning workstations that had illicit downloads.
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