Left the airport in Kuwait, flew to Qandahar. We hung around there from about 0800 to 2000 until we caught a C-130 from there to Bastion/LNK/Shorabak. While we were waiting I typed a bunch more on the same book chapter and the chapter outline. That was a pretty decent time to work. I saw a couple of French soldiers on guard at the gate and I forgot how to say bonjour for a while. I think my brain [only] has the capacity to operate in two languages at a time. I can do Spanish, or French or Dari, but not all at once my brain has to reset.