Chai and Smiles

When I think of my trip to Afghanistan last year, these are the two lasting impressions that come to mind. Everywhere we went we were greeted with welcoming smiles, invited to sit down and warm ourselves by the stove, and had endless cups of chai (tea) pressed on us. Afghan culture is famous for its' hospitality, and with every visit we made it became more abundantly clear just how well deserved that reputation is. Afghanistan is a beautiful country, and the people are the friendliest, most gracious hosts I've ever had the good fortune to visit.

Before I left for Kabul, all my impressions of Afghanistan came from the news, and all of them were negative. Most news coming out of Afghanistan is about the ongoing war or terror attacks, such as the double bombings of a guesthouse and hotel two days before I was due to leave for Afghanistan (ultimately one person signed up for the trip ended up canceling after news of this attack reached us).

I'll admit, this bombing coming so soon before I was to leave and targeting a guesthouse very similar to the one I would be staying at in Kabul did cause me to stop and reconsider my options, but eventually I decided that what I stood to gain outweighed any possible risk. I left home and headed to Kabul as scheduled; now looking back I am more convinced than ever that I made the right decision.

I met up with the rest of my group in Dubai, and we finally arrived in Kabul after more than two grueling days of nonstop travel. There were twelve of us in all, ranging in age from 25 to 77 and in careers from botany to law. We had all come to Kabul for different reasons, but once there we were united by the unique experience of being strangers in a strange land.

Our welcome to this peculiar new world came when we stepped off the plane to go through customs and all the women donned headscarves before we even caught a glimpse of the city we would call home for the next ten days.

That headscarf quickly became the bane of my existence, as I quickly proved incapable of keeping it on. There is an art to it that Muslim women must spend their entire lives perfecting. I spent the first few days constantly rearranging it, pulling it back up as it slipped off, trying different ways of draping it, and eventually just holding it up. About halfway through the trip, however, I started to figure out some of the tricks to keeping the scarf up over my head, as well as a better way of wearing it. And by the time I left I had become so accustomed to wearing a headscarf that I would catch myself starting to slip it over my head every time I headed outside for several weeks after returning home.

Most Westerners see headscarves as a symbol of the oppression of women, forced on them by a heavily patriarchal conservative Muslim culture, but I think that there is much more to the issue than simply this. It might be naïve of me, but one thing I noticed is that in Kabul at least, a headscarf has many practical applications. There were times that I was actually grateful to have it on—and it also wasn't uncommon to see men on the street wearing a scarf draped around their head as well. Part of the reason for this is because Kabul is infamously dusty and polluted, and often both men and women on the street would be walking with their scarf held over their nose and mouth. By the time we left, the dust was getting to me and I unconsciously found myself doing this as well.

Learning the unfamiliar art of the headscarf would be just the first of many new and unusual experiences waiting for me in this vibrant and chaotic city, and each served as a reminder to me that other ways of living are merely different, not necessarily better or worse.

Backpacks and Travel

So this is the backpack I bought. It's the Eagle Creek Truist Vita 55L Travel Pack, normally $200 but I got it for more than half off at $95,which comes to about $104 with taxes. Not bad, eh? Good hiking backpacks are expensive, and this one seems pretty good quality for the price. It arrived today, and I immediately became ridiculously happy when I saw that giant box sitting in my apartment complex's office. I just knew it had to be my backpack, because nothing else would need a box that big.

I wasn't sure about the color originally; this model also comes in black and I first thought I would order it in black instead of the maroon color. Black doesn't stick out as much, doesn't show dirt or wear and tear, and seems more neutral. But then I thought, well, I kinda want to be girly with this. Black is so...blah...and seems more like what a guy would have. I'm a girl, dammit, and sometimes I want to show it! Besides, this isn't obnoxiously girly, like those annoying females who buy everything in pastel pink (a color which I abhor), it's just slightly feminine in a matter-of-fact, functional way. Like me.

I know it's a bit of a pipe dream at this point in my life, but I want to travel. I want to visit all the obscure, hidden, out-of-the-way corners and roads less traveled. Buying this backpack makes that dream seem a little more real, like a real possibility. I definitely intend for it to happen in a few years, once I finish school, but of course it's completely out of the question until then. Having this backpack stashed in my closet where I can see it every day reminds me that someday, it will happen. I just need to be patient, which is definitely not a skill I possess. Knowing that this backpack is sitting there just waiting for me to fill it up and hit the road might make it worse, but I'm gambling on being able to use it for a small trip, even to my parents' house or somewhere, which should help.

Yay for making future plans seem a little bit closer!