I’d last seen my two porters as we crossed the old airfield beside the
river. After meeting me off the truck in Turture, they’d somehow lashed
my various and awkwardly shaped travel bags into units and were
carrying them on their backs........
As we were winding our way down 4 hours of snake-like dirt roads that clutched the hillsides of Salyan district on our way back from visiting its tiny hilltop hospital, we came across an extremely unusual occurrence – a traffic jam. Once our du........
