Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace:
Autumn 1989

Khudadad was full of apologies for the fact the truck was very old, and indeed I had reservations about its ability to take us very far. It resembled something made out of a rusty meccano set. There was no back seat as there had been in the Kamaz and I was delighted to be perched up front, assured of an excellent view.
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Many thanks, Sue.
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My pleasure, Mary.
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