Walking the Wall

Last weekend we went on a wonderful hike along Kabul's old city wall, which runs across one of the many hills surrounding the city. It was built at the cost of many lives many centuries ago; unfortunately I can't be more precise than that because whoever told me the story did not do a particularly good job. The first snow had arrived a few days before, which made the view from the top very, very spectacular.

At the top of the hill, we came upon a group of soldiers. They seemed to wonder what on earth a group of unarmed civilans, mostly girls, did on top of a (not entirely de-mined) mountain, so we offered them cookies...