Sandstorm 2

There was supposed to be a meeting in the morning, but there wasn't. The development advisor came to attend that meeting. Unless there hadn't been a second meeting sceduled, the trip would have been for nothing more than a tasty lunch at PO Aybak. We didn't go to that second meeting either, but instead we went for some good, old road recce in the afternoon. This time we didn't go far. We drove around the narrow and extremely narrow streets in the immediate surroundings of the safe house, and managed to find a couple of new routes, as well as a collapsed bridge. A sandstorm came in from the north-west. The air was so full of dust that you could see no more than 300 metres. Later in the evening, after the storm had passed, it started to rain.


Outside the wall of the new prison compound with the sandstorm blowing in from behind me.