I’ve been in Afghanistan – for the first time – for about three weeks now.
Travelling with friend and writer, Claire Stewart, we’ve been working on a few stories, mostly from Kabul.
Late last week though, we headed for the city of Herat, an hour and a bit to the west by plane – a city with a distinct Persian influence – for a couple of days of down-time.
On our first day there however, driving along a road on the city’s northern outskirts, not far past the US Consulate, we came upon a stretch of bitumen lined on either side by dozens of colourful tents, makeshift humpies and people old and young huddled around small, open fires.
The stretch of road – an unofficial Internally Displaced People (IDP) camp – ended up being the focus of our brief stay in Herat.
In her travel blog – Sand Pits and Sausages – Claire wrote about our experience, the first of its kind for the both of us and one which certainly moved us both.
CLICK HERE to read Claire’s full account and to see a couple more pictures.