One of some pictures I took while walking outside town. On one occasions someone (not in uniform, so probably a civilian) gestured from far away on a ridge that I should approach. As he had a rifle I did not feel like approaching, but (with my hands in the air, feeling silly) I walked away. He fired a few shots but seemed not to be aiming at me. I still don’t know what went on, but I lived to write this. Fine hills, by the way.