No photos from the trip yesterday to Kandahar. But some trivia. It was 48 degrees Celsius, which is something like 119 F. It was hotter standing on the tarmac waiting for the helicopter. I saw one Predator (or Reaper; I don't know the difference) taking off when we got into Kandahar. As our plane was taxiing for takeoff, we passed one that had just landed and was headed to the Predator area. At the PRT downtown, it was mostly a litany of facility problems, including that the entire toilet system is dysfunctional. Every single men's urinal is broken. The underground sewage tank is so full, and the PRT so stretched on capacity, that the waste has to be removed constantly, and there is some seepage upwards. I was told that it was discovered that they had been removing liquid waste only, while the solid waste - OK, the poop - was settling and gradually hardening. So by the time they decided to clean out the tank, it had more or less petrified, and literally had to be jackhammered out. Some places have "poop pools," which are nearly as lovely as they sound. KPRT has sedimentary poop stone.
"So, what did you do at work today, dear?"
"Oh, I jackhammered loose a solidified mass of human feces."
"Be sure to wash your hands before dinner."
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