Overnighter

Hello to all,
So I had my first overnighter here in Afghanistan. It was pretty boring, and kinda disgusting. I went out with my old platoon to a local village and stayed the night at the district center....There were lots of people in and out and people making food and drinks, etc. When we first arrived I was starving, so I went to the smell good area where an individual was making bread. Im gonna call him my Chi biatch. Chi meaning tea in afghanistan (pashtu). Anyways he was sitting there finishing up the bread (Dorday) which is like flat bread, really good. So i ate some, unTILL I SAW HIM MAKE IT LATER THAT NIGHT. We went there to teach the local afghan police how to preform day to day task (most of them illiterate). We got to play chess (none of them new how to play, so i whopped their butt in it) punks..lol...Ate dinner, drank lots n lots of Chi, and talked about local economy and religion (something not to do obviously, they are very hardheaded).
Anyways, back to Chi biatch. I beleive this guy had some gayness goin on, cause in their culture, MAN on MAN is normal. NOT SO MUCH FOR ME. He kept wanting to talk to me and sittin all close and crap. Then he made his move, only to get rejected. FAG. Put his hand on my leg, "O NO, this is a little awkward, take that shit somewhere else". Slap his hand away. I think he got the point.
CAUTION:
Anyways, after awhile, nature called, and I had to take care of some business, only to find out it was more like a workout. I finally found the bathroom, brought my own ultra soft tissue paper, only to find a hole cut in the middle of the floor with mounds of liquid poop just below. I had to sit aside my pride and pop a squat (literally). It looked like I ran a marathon after that. Could barely stand up from squating so long. And these people dont use Toilet paper. They do the two finger swipe and then rinse with water. GROSS.
CHI BIATCH:
Not only did this guy make chi all the time, but he made the bread. I went over to watch and take pictures. He takes the dough and molds it, after slam dunking it several times, kinda like homemade pizza dough. "ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS THIS GUY PROB DID THE TWO FINGER SWIPE EARLIER." No gloves, just all hands up in there. Then he takes his shirt off, dips it in a pan of dirty water and washes his hands and arms with it (pit stains and all). I thought he was done. O NO. He wringes it out, then proceeds to cleans the dough pan with it, and then LAYS IT ON THE DOUGH, to save for later.
AND WE STILL ATE THAT BREAD LATER. Im gonna end of with some kinda disease over here.
Then I noticed the Chi glasses, where the same dirty chi glasses everyone and their momma had been drinking out of. They take a teaspoon of new chi, rinse it around the cup, and WAAAALAAAA.. it is magically clean.. DRINK UP....It got to the point, when they werent looking, i would chunk it off to the side and be like UM UMM that was good. NO MORE THANKS.
Anyways, other than that, nothing new. Hope all is well with everyone, until next time.

JCOP (week 1-2)

Well, I have been here for almost 2 weeks now. Everything here is nice, cant complain. I wake up every morning prob roun 730 or 0800, becuase Celia keeps me on the computer and phone so long at night. I get to work out everyday at our nice gym, play on the computer, and call family. There are alot of nice scenery around here, mountains over look this place with a small village not to far away. There is only a couple paved roads, and they dont last very long. Takes up to 2 hours to go like 20 miles, and its a bumpy road. I almost threw up last time i went on a drive. Almost 3 hours one way, then had to come back. May have the DOC give me some motion sickness pills.

I have got to go out several times and talk with villagers, sub governors, and chief of police. It is a unique experience talking through an interpretor with you having no idea what they are saying. The last time I went out, we were paying local people for work they had done on a road project (pretty much smoothing out the road cause its pretty bumpy). This kid in the village stole my pen. Him and his little juvenille friends were all playing around and came over to me with paper and asked for a pen. The only english this kid new was "PEN" "PEN". So I was like sure Ill let him see the pen real quick. This little shit took off running holding the pen in the air like he just robbed a bank and running away with a million dollars. But the police are pretty funny, they SHUUU the kids away and throw rocks at them. Its a funny site, those kids are like gnats at a BBQ. Prob the funniest thing I have seen so far is: these people use donkeys to haul wheat and other such things, and the kids control them. Driving down the road you will see a wild donkey running away at about 3 miles per hour, and this little six year old chasing after him. You see this all the time. The donkeys are like I aint got time to play around with this kid.
About once a week I sit down and eat with the ASG (Afghan Security Guard) or the local elders of villages. The food is actually pretty good, a little different. You eat with your hands (rice, chicken, chili, spicy okra, etc). Yestarday we ate sheep. That wasnt all that good. Wild sheep. You could taste the gameyness of it. But i ate it. It all hasnt really agreed with my stomach. Havent had a solid poop in, well since ive been here. Kinda annoying.

But this week has gone by pretty well, finishing up inventoring all the equipment we will be getting, tracking down our containers with home station equipment, trying to get personnel here, and learning all the dos and donts. I hope everyone is doing well, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to my wife and mothers. Love yall.