Touchdown

It's 4 am. I just got to my dorm room on the 5th floor that overlooks the city. Morning prayers started soon as I walked in - at first I was wondering what the disjointed echo was, then realized it was the entire population chanting along. The road from the airport was oftentimes unpaved and we hit several military checkpoints. Every man has a jambiya, the large ceremonial dagger. Even at the airport no one spoke more than 5 words of English. This is gonna be an interesting summer.