Drove 250 miles today from a few miles outside Herat to Kandahar. The road was through completely barren deserts with the brown tents of nomads scattered about. The heat making mirages on the horizon looked like huge lakes, then gradually the roads are tree lined and there’s green grass. A few whirl winds tried to get going in the desert but fizzled out. We stopped at a river and had a great swim and wash, first swim since we left home. We don’t seem to be on very good terms with Lee and Pat today don’t know why. Think it might be better if we went our own way. My mozzie bites are beginning to ease off now, hope I don’t get any more.
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Manchester to Perth Australia, March 1970 to August 1970 |
