Protected from the Prolific

The Rory Stewart was completed last night, a suitable night for such - frozen and windy when a nascent cold clouding my aptitudes. I must admit that I grew tired of Styewart's whining, his cynicism towards the traditions of hospitality in the Khyber region which have obviously seen better days. I also wanted toscream, of course the locals believe that you're an arab! Alas, Mr. Stewart was intrepid and penned a book which , at times, is rather beautiful. I do not know what I am going to do next.