cigars

Last night, for the first time in a month, I was able to smoke a cigar with some friends. It is probably evident from the goofy look on my face that it was a rare treat and enjoyable experience. There is a little shack on top of the hospital in which cigar smokers gather most evenings. It overlooks the runway with a spectacular night-time view of all sorts of aircraft coming and going with a backdrop of a full moon highlighting the snow-capped Hindu Kush mountains. I'll try to get a picture of the view, but nighttime flashes tend to gather attention, here.

For those interested, I smoked a La Gloria Cubana Corona Especial. The other guy in the picture is an Otolaryngologist friend of mine who is here involved with some community outreach. He mentioned that his beard was embarasingly mangy, so he has opted for the wizened, fu manchu moustache look.