Today I stopped by the board walk on my way to work and picked up about a dozen post cards. Flipping threw them most of them are pictures taken in the 70's the countries best architecture and landscapes. The disappointing part is knowing that I am in the country but cut off from it and it's sights.

It was fencing night and the people are getting better, the nature of this base very few people here are the same as when we started. Reminds me that I will soon have to make some long term decisions on what I want to do. Well I have a bit of time.

Mike in IT supplies has too much time. He was to leave today as his contract is up. He discovered he does not know ware his pass port is about one hour before he had to get on the plane. There was lots of people leaving today including the self proclaimed drug lord that lived in my tent. People were getting ready to leave and I did not know it at the time I took a picture at the very moment mike relied his situation. He will be trapped here for one to two months as a new passport is processed, made, and sent to him, most of which he will not get a wage other then still having a food card. He has yet to tell his wife who is pregnant with there first child.

That's life in KAF.

Home T – 13 days

PS I know ware my passport is