As it turns out, Kabul does things differently ("they do things differently there") and it turns out I missed zikr which normally takes place on Wednesday evening. And I ripped my only pair of jeans and gashed my knee open on the taxi door on the way in. It's not that bad actually, as I'll be in shalwaar qamiis for the rest of my trip in Afghanistan, and I'll get a new pair sometime before I leave for Pakistan. Dampened the mood of the evening somewhat...

Going to try to get some warm food now.