Afghanistan, July 1969 – Page 12

In pink satin. He kindly made arrangements for us to
sleep in the village Room, and we were appointed
a servant a graven faced Afghan with a long beard.

who managed to remain thicken by foot a bed justice[?]
than we did in the car. The prying bedhead[?].
Hari-Rud blue and flahsing. cool air. Clouds
suddenly from the west.
The room shared its ceiling with the
village dynamo, mercifully now defunct.
The ceiling of poplar poles with laths of  [unclear] and
mud. Hung over two inches two [shants]?, one inch
green the other puce. Above a photograph of
two [hoches?] or father and son. On a green book grows

Lefa from Scratch-shaar, perkers him mid a terra
pace lun bound on the large Strefelm. A minium with

a girs ciu fame and soil. The unattained pitiout
f ins bay, a wick African wig and some hair than
worthy with green.