The most amazing thing is that there are always people... we can be flying over mountains for 30 minutes, and *still* see, in the middle of nowhere, a man and a camel walking down an endless road, apparently going nowhere.
There are cultivated fields on mountainsides that are hundreds of miles from any town or village. People live in huts randomly distributed across the wild.
And then, suddenly, in a basis or on a plateux, is another military camp with thick walls, barbed wire, lights, business and proto-civilisation, normally with a tent-camp of migrant worker Afghans nearby, and an airstrip.
Is a very beautiful country. I'm back at the camp where I'm temporarily staying, now, and have written up my reports (which are eventually going to the SACEUR - Supreme Allied Commander EURope (Nato's 2nd biggest wiggyest big wig). Never has a computer geek had so much rank trying their best to help him!