I'm typing this from my laptop at the Kabul Serena Hotel where I'm waiting for my friend to arrive for an after-work drink.
Before I left the office, I saw a text from Rav that said he was sick and was heading home. Aww.. I called back to see how he was doing, it turns out that he had a bit too much of the spicy Malaysian chutney which upsetted his stomache.
I also met Orjan from World Bank and sat down for a chat with him and his assistant Assad. And now I'm waiting for my friend to arrive for a drink and err.. she is here!
Gotta go, bye! And get well soon, Rav!
