The power just went out again, third time this evening. It
came back on but I’m not sure if that’s city power or the hotel generator, they
switch from one to the other as need dictates. The big problem is that all my
wall plugs seem to have blown, so I can’t charge my phone or watch TV.
Which is a shame, really. I was half watching an Afghan
version of “Deal or no deal”, and the lady with the headscarf had just finished
a good round. She had the 1 and the 10 still there, but also 5000, 100,000 and
1,000,000. One million what I’m not exactly sure, but I assume Afs, which trade at 50:1
to the dollar.
So that’s not bad, really, $20,000 US dollars. The host had
lifted the perspex box to reveal the button, then listened to the phone, then obviously strung things out a
bit, then turned to the camera and proclaimed “After this message” or some such
– even I could understand that!
So we cut to an ad for an energy drink, and then the power
went out. So now I’ll never know. Did she take the money? Or did she play the
odds, and try one more round?
An interesting point, but logical when you think of the way
that Arabic and other related scripts are written, was that the 1 and the 10
were on the right hand side of the board, and the higher numbers to the left hand side. The bigger numbers were still at the bottom of each panel, though.
I didn’t get to see anyone actually open a box, so I don’t
know whether women or men hold the little suitcases, or what they wear.
Hopefully I get power back before the show is finished.
I’ve got my windows open as without the air conditioner it
gets pretty sticky, pretty fast. We’ve been having some hot sunny weather,
perfect for the beaches on the north shore of the Gentle Island, not so perfect
for a big city with lots of construction. There are people on the sidewalk spraying
hosepipes, trying to keep the dust down, and this morning I saw a policeman
laughing as he nailed a passing cyclist with the backsplash. It’s good to see
policemen laughing, even – especially? – those who carry guns.
At least there is battery power for the computer, so I can
see what I’m doing as I type. I never did typing at school, so I have to look
at the keyboard, and decide where to place the two or three fingers I use to
peck at the letters.
I think they used to teach typing right after they had
taught the ‘how to neatly gift wrap a box’ class, but my friends and I always missed them both as we were
still doing the ‘why ask for directions, you’ll get there eventually” module of
life skills.
So here I am, Sunday night in Kabul,
waiting for the power to come on so I can see what the banker offered the contestant.
There is a dull roar of helicopters in the distance, and closer I hear the call
to prayer from the mosque. I contacted the front desk and they say they are
sending someone to fix the fuse, but he’s not here yet. So I’ll open another
window, and wonder who had the marvellous idea of selling 'Deal or no deal' to the
Afghan market.
PS Later. The power is back, so I can now post this blog, but the show has finished and I won't be here next Sunday. Ah well, something to come back for, I suppose.