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Tag Archives: medical
Afghanistanadventures#39 – Learning who’s who at the Lal clinic ~Mary Smith
Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place: Lal October 1989 After the excitement of arriving in Lal I experienced a sense of desolation when Khudadad left next day. Although we’d been travelling companions for barely two weeks, not only had I come … Continue reading
AfghanistanAdventures#30 ~ Mary Smith
Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace : I puffed my way into the compound where the clinic In-charge, Hassan and his wife, Zohra met me. Hassan whisked the menfolk off to the guest room and I joined Zohra and her three children for … Continue reading
On the road still Afghanistan Adventures #28 ~Mary Smith
Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace: It was still dark when I heard the urgent whisper, ‘Sister, sister, it is time to go.’ I crawled out of my warm nest, pulling my chaddar on straight. Khudadad had already rolled up his bedding. Under … Continue reading
