It is the 21st century and - until governments finally get serious about carbon - it is the Age of Stelios. Every country now seems to sport its very own budjet ariline-wallah and Afghanistan now has hers.

Kamair might not have had the smoothest of starts - there was the tragic instance of a crash in the early months of operation - but things now appear to be up and running kind-of smoothly.

We flew here from Dubai, Business Class which was fine. Nobody died. Only we were not in the business class bit. We could spy on them through the curtain chink. We could sniff their in-flight meal. But we didn't actually get to sit in what we'd bought. But hey - I couldn't really care.

The bloke who runs it all lives up in Mazar-e-Sharif in the northern plains of Afghanistan where he has built his very own concrete mountains amidst his new pile - a replica of his childhood home.

It's a kind of Afghan Neverland, complete with concrete deer which decorate the place. All of it handy for entertainment and when you are a Mr Big of the emerging economy here you play it large with whoever is in power and you don't get shirty because half the government have pretty dodgy CVs. This, my friend, is business.

And Mr Kamair has done business with assorted governments down the years here including the Talibs when they ran the show and many a warlord before and after the Religious Ones.

And the country is benefitting too - it was largely his dosh which financed many of the bridges taking traffic once again up the Salang HIghway to the Tunnel at over 11,000 feet, connecting Kabul wth his hometown of Mazar and into the central Asian republics beyond that.

Tomorrow I shall be back on board, heading home. Unless I'm not. Situation normal. Not clear whether I am to head east to Pakistan to pick up with the Tony Blair visit and interview him there on matters Afghan or head west to Dubai and then home.

To be on Kamair west or Pakistan Airlines east, that is the question.