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| We woke up without an idea of what to see. We sat in bed, huddled underneath our carpet, and watched our frosty breath. Without a map, a guide, or a book we had to reconnoiter on our own. We ascended to the hotel roof for a look at Herat. Minarets, mosques, and an old fortress broke the low skyline of mud brick homes. People's clothes splashed color against a backdrop of muddy roads and dun colored buildings. Women wore light blue burqas; the men wore frocks and turbans. We left our hotel and became walking entertainment for every person on the street. | |||
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Taliban forced every woman to wear head-to-toe outfits, mostly light blue, called
burqas. The new warlord that controls Herat, Ishmail Khan, insists on the same
dresscode. | |||
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| We shop for local clothes to disguise ourselves
as Afghans, hopefully an effective crowd control. | |||
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| You don't have to be Michael Jackson to have
an entourage follow you around in Afghanistan. | |||
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