We made a brief stop at the airport in Chagcharan, Ghor Province. This is the poorest province in Afghanistan, and the town is a tad isolated. As you land you taxi over to this sight - two Soviet planes that didn't quite make as successful a landing as you have. The runway is packed dirt, gradually getting slightly less packed each time a plane hits it. The plan is to pave it. I saw at least 15 yards of a paved ramp leading toward the runway itself, so this project is almost certain to be finished during my lifetime, assuming I have the Methuselah gene. Once the rain and snow come, the airport is pretty much cut off for four months. Last year there were 42 straight days when Chagcharan had no outside communication whatsoever.
Coming next: Recipes from "To Serve Man" for use during those months when no food comes in.
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