Tea is a major drink in Afghanistan, but they drink it green. They prepare it by boiling the leaves and it ain't very nice. It is very bitter so needs spicing up with cloves and cinnamon and bags of sugar. It's best avoided. What we miss most out there is a few pints of ale and a daily tot of Nelson's Blood. No alcohol allowed. It's as dry as a octagenarian's pussy!
Sounds about right. The only alcohol we had in the ME was off the ship. Beer on the Pier. Designed to keep dumbasses from going outside the perimeter into Abu Dabai. One trip on a bus in wide-open country cured me of that idea. Anyone with a shoulder-fired weapon could have taken that bus out in a heartbeat.
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke
There is a surprising demand for alcohol in Afghanistan fed by illicit distillers. They produce a sort of 'vodka' distilled from raisins. So if you have the right contacts you could get hold of some. Not worth the risks, though. If it doesn't kill you, your arse will be hung out to dry if caught. Even a hint of alcohol on the breath will be enough to send you to the glasshouse.
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke