How are these photos connected ? (winner gets a burkha)

(The competition is off, since I gave all the answers in the subsequent post and am now pasting them here. But, if you want a burkha let me know and i'll pick on up for you.)

I'm staying in Jalalabad, at the UN guesthouse (photo.) It is like heaven on earth (and the place i will disappear into contented oblivion, if i ever need to.) Its got brilliant people from all over the world, an inside and poolside bar, all the delicious food and fruit you can eat, a gym, air conditioning, daily laundry service, green space and a garden, a dartboard in my room, and theatre TV for World Cup games. (i can't wait for the brazil-france game.) Diving in the pool after 10 hours in 120F weather is my new favorite feeling.

This is an aerial photo from the UNOperations/World Food Program plane to Jalalabad (same one i'll probably take to Peshawar, Pakistan.) Jalalabad is the largest city in the eastern region province of Nangahar.

The third photo is of Bernard, from Uganda, and his box of Ugandan vodka made from bananas. Inside the box are little plastic pouches of 60 ml--perfect for a cocktail, and highly transportable! Didn't I say these people were brilliant?

Fourth photo of the previous post is of the 76 midwives who graduated from the Institute of Health Sciences today, trained by us. The ceremony was held at the Council of Tribal Elders which was very nice. The women all showed up in burkhas, but took them off and assumed the ninja position. We later had a private reception for them and their female family members , and it was total chaos. Regardless of the fact that no one knew who I was, I ended up presenting each one with a wrapped gift, shaking their hand, and saying Congratulations (in English—how stupid is that?). The director of the program was engrossed in keeping freeloading men from scarfing our lunch, so I stood in. But no midwife came up in order, I'd get bumrushed by 5 different women, and their families at one time. I'd hopefully hand the gift to the midwife in the group--she was usually getting gaudy garlands thrown around her neck, and confetti dumped on her head, then the family would grab me and we'd pose for a flurry of photographs. For SEVENTY-SIX people. I couldn't stop laughing. But, every one was excited and happy, it was a beautiful, joyous affair.