I was pretty high and half asleep when I read it. The guys in the thread that had been there many times described them as wild sativa phenos and had a pic of it.
There are different phenos, but they couldn't even agree on dividing the country up into logical regions which shared a common pheno, something that would seem logical to most of us if the environment was a key in defining the genotype through evolution.
These are the logical assumptions that we all are making about the strains in Afghanistan.
The guys that had been there grew extremely frustrated trying to explain how no matter how logical it was, it just wasn't true.
Basically (as I remember it), the "locals" said that the differences were village to village, grower to grower. The ideas of highland and lowland varieties with physical characteristics (wide/thin leaves) that made them recognizable when grown somewhere else was BUNK.
Please don't make me go back there.
Not sure I can take a second exposure to so much depressing misinformation.
Even the expert guys were saying "Maybe we should all just kill this thread and stop discussing it. You will never get the truth you seek" (my paraphrase.)
These guys would describe how things actually ARE there, and then this guy, filled with bad ideas and misinformation, would ask the stupidest questions, revealing that he was completely programmed and incapable of just absorbing what they were saying.
I woke up this morning feeling like Captain Willard before he received his orders to go up river and find Colonel Kurtz.
You know the scene:
Saigon... shit; I'm still only in Saigon... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle.
I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter.
Expecting a couple of MPs to grab me and throw me in the shower, but it was just my wife and kids . . .
*Sigh*
Don't make me go back Sensi. Please don't make me go back.
This is all been a lot to re-live . . . gonna go look at my girls and smoke something.
The horror . . . the horror.