LOL
Tequila nearly killed me.
I was working alongside the UN in Afghanistan as a remote medic. Having been up in the mountains for 2 months and reaching the end of my contract….and to wish my onward solo journey up the Khyber pass and into Pakistan…a farewell drink was organised.
Within the space of 2 hrs we’d downed over 20 tequilas,beer, Mr J Beam et others
The team with which I’d been working all vanished…and I found myself lying face down in one of Kabuls many sewage ditches at 5 am.
My passport and mobile phone had been stolen….and I was barely capable of standing.
I am told that I arrived back at the house ( this is in Kabul) by taxi!!!!
I didn’t know the address and still have no idea to this day how I got the taxi driver to the address….let alone getting a taxi anyway!…which is a seriously crazy thing to do.
I was woken at 6…in a terible state…Id followed through in my trousers and Kabul was spinning.
Upstairs….my room mate had splashed down, the american next door had trashed his room, and the Romanian doctor was going mental as he had just trodden barefoot in someones poo at the top of the stairs.
I was due to be flying a mission at 7am and spent the whole day in the back of a soviet mil 8 helicopter on all fours wretching like a cat with a furball….Id connected drips to both arms and was seriously ill for at least 3 days.
Tequila….no thanks!
