In preparation for a big NGO volleyball tourney today, my team had a little practice yesterday. We drove all the way across town in the slam-on-your-breaks, hurry-up-and-go traffic only to a arrive and discover there was construction on the court. My German teammate, Wilfred, made a call and soon we were ushered into a garden with a small dirt court inside.
I've never played ball in a garden before, and the flowers here are so pretty. They actually have two names for roses; they're that common. One word is for the ones that smell really a lot, and the other for the roses that are quite beautiful but not all that fragrant.
I broke the rules and uncovered my head for the rally despite being in the presence of men. Navid, a local guy we met, joined our game which worked-out perfectly since we only came with five people. He spoke German in addition to Dari, which while being convenient for others on my team, offered me no service at all. The only thing I understood from him was "sorry" and "you good smasher"!
I wish I was still a legit volleyball player so I could be a smasher instead of a hitter.
