Wahid, the little housekeeper from my former guesthouse, stopped by yesterday not for a social visit but to inform me that he'd quit his job at the other house and hand me a copy of his CV. Apparently he worked as a welder for a Turkish construction company from the ages of 14-16. Also he worked for Blackwater (since renamed Academi) for a couple years; he biked over to their base to drop off a CV before visiting me. I posted an ad on the "Kabul Survival Guide" online bulletin board advertising his services as a chowkidar (literally: one who has a chair) and handyman but doubt anything will come of it. Postings per day on the site are far lower than 2 years ago.
Wahid said he'd bring me the momlayi he'd promised to get delivered from Badakhshan in the next week (which I thought was the purpose of his visit). He swears by it as the best remedy for back pain. I wonder if it would be a mistake to try to bring some back to the US through customs.
Wahid said he'd bring me the momlayi he'd promised to get delivered from Badakhshan in the next week (which I thought was the purpose of his visit). He swears by it as the best remedy for back pain. I wonder if it would be a mistake to try to bring some back to the US through customs.
Momlayi sounds intriguing. I read wiki article but am still confused about what it is exactly. Flying squirrel shit that has baked in mountai crevices until it becomes oozy and tar-like? I hope you can sneak some through customs.
ReplyDeleteYep I think that's what it is--although since when do flying squirrels live in mountain caves and not forest tree? I'll provide a report when I taste the stuff.
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