Dear family and friends
As part of my journey into a slow spiral of insanity I have decided to document the process for the good of mankind.
This journey began in a place called Manas Airfield, where I waited for 3 days to get a flight to Afghanistan. Below are the living arrangements I was given upon arriving.
If the sun wasnt up the lights where on, it was never dark, there where always people coming and going, I mannaged a whole 8 hours sleep in the 3 days we where there. It did however help me ajust to the time diffrence in Afghanistan (its 11 and a half hours ahead of Arizona)
