I'd set off from Britain in summer 1972 on the overland "hiippy trail" as a 20 year old.. I hitch-hiked through Europe down to Turkey. From there i took trains and buses- until I reached Mashad in Iran. From there a beat-up, crowded bus, comprising various European and Americans headed to the Afghan border.
Our bus finally arrived at the Afghan border compound around 9 in the evening. On disembarking we were informed that the border had closed for the day. Not knowing what to do next we suddenly heard a loud voice coming towards us. A large man in a white, shirt, wearing a bright green skull cap and carrying a large torch commanded our attention. "I am the Chief Customs Officer of Afghanistan- you are now in a free country. Not like that shithole Iran. All the boys will sleep in the hotel- the girls will sleep in my room". After laughing at this we made our way across the compound to the hotel . On checking in I asked if there was any food - whilst a couple of the others asked the manager if they had any hashish. There was no food to be had, but plenty of hashish was available. And that was my introduction to Afghanistan!
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