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The next morning I woke and called the commanders son who could speak English, he agreed to meet me and help me arrange transport back to before Baghlan. I met with him outside the hotel and he seemed to know
After leaving the vicinity of Kunduz I started to settle back into a rhythm, although I found I was going to be stopped at literally every checkpoint ever created on my route, which I just had to get used to.
My journey towards Kunduz was full of scenic delight, I saw for miles over the plaines where there was nothing for as far as the eye could see, but shepard huts and cattle gazing. It was lovely but certainly not
In the afternoon I managed to crossed the border after a bit of a wait and being asked to slip the guard behind the desk a cheeky 20 soms, as I crossed over there was definitely a moment in which