A walk in the park and back to pre-mobile days
Trip Start Aug 07, 2009
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I take a bus down to the bazaar which is a desultory affair on Sunday. Only a few stall selling some fruit and vegetables. Khorog on Sunday has as much life as a wet Sunday in the Highlands of Scotland in the sixties. It is quiet and sleepy and nothing much seems to happen. I walk to where the rivers Gunt and Wakhan meet and take a few pictures but the light is bad and I'm not hopeful. I put my hand in my pocket. No mobile. NO MOBILE! Funny how I constantly moan about them but now I've got so attached and dependent on the damned thing, like most other people. I can only think it fell out of my pocket in the bus or somewhere along the way. I really, really should not be let out on my own!
I retrace my steps through the town to visit the park again
People are strolling peacefully along the walkways or sitting on the benches. The park is a place to relax and think. Not only is it well designed it is also well maintained. I love the way it is laid out. It is delightfully restful.
I return to the homestay to work out what to do in the absence of the mobile. I wait at the bustop in the hope that the bus will pass by again. No. Sam dials the mobile, it rings but no answer. I go to town to get a telephone card. Post Office closed. I go to an internet cafe. Cannot connect. Not my day. Back to the homestay and a light supper with Sam, Cheryl, Elsa and Anne, two young women who have returned after a tour of the Wakhan.
Who needs a mobile anyway?