Friday 21 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
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Day 12 - Mud and dust and salsa

It rained in Tarin Kot for 36 hours straight and all the dust turned to pale brown mud. G1 wanted to go sliding in it - there's something about the rules and regimentation of an army base that just makes you want to muck up. All I wanted was a hot bubble bath to warm myself up. There was no chance of this, so I went to the gym instead.

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