On the first night, we camped far into the jungle beneath tarps and ate barbecued beef marinated in lime juice in the company of a man who lives off the land and travels only by canoe.
Among the men, while there was disagreement in the streets as to who would have been the better candidate, everyone agreed on one thing spoken plainly and passionately by the man you'll find behind the juice counter from 5am until 9pm on the streets of Kabul: Abdul Sabur.