On Thursday it thunderstormed and hailed in Kabul. I missed it, because I was in Herat. Several flights were canceled, and when we got the airport there was no airplane waiting for us. About 45 minutes later, an airplane showed up. It wasn't ours, but we didn't care. We asked where it was going; it was going back to Kabul, and it had empty seats. So we hopped on. When we got back, we had just missed the thunderstorm, but we were in time to see a small rainbow over the mountain to the northwest of the airport. Later we heard that the plane that was ours had landed in Herat, nearly two hours late. If we had stayed for it, we would have been stuck at the PRT in Herat at least two days more, because there is a curfew and the planes don't fly on Friday, which is maintenance day. So blindly taking a flight pays off once again.
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