Last day in this city

Tomorrow morning I head out to the capital city for a day of sightseeing before flying out to my next destination on Thursday morning.  It's amazing how quickly this trip has gone.  This city has been wonderful so I'm sad to be leaving it tomorrow but I think I have seen most of what there is to see.  There have been quite a few good, well thought out guesses as to where I am (well except for my father who is convinced I lied to everyone and am really in Philly!) so keep the guesses coming. 
Yesterday and today I did a few more interesting things.  I visited a place that is internationally known for it's hiking.  I didn't hike too far though - I don't have that kind of time, I need to be back at work in September!  I also went for a white knuckle 4 wheel drive ride up the side of a mountain where two of the drivers managed to pull next to each other on a one lane path so that one driver could pass lunch to the other.  Luckily it was the other guy who was on the open air side of the road hanging off the mountain so I wasn't too worried!
Today I had the opportunity to go out into the very rural countryside and see some of the traditional villages with their mud houses (some of which now have satellite dishes on top).  I saw some beautiful scenery and also got to hear the very moving experiences of my guide who I have been travelling with for the last few days.  He has a story that sounds almost like something out of The Sound of Music or some crazy war movie.  When he was a child, his father was a resistance fighter.  Because of his father's involvement in this movement there was a contract placed on the lives of the whole family.  The family escaped the city with the assistance of several people who hid them in the trunks of their cars and reunited them at the military encampment of his father in the mountains.  They lived there for a time moving from village to village and even had a school set up in the area.  At one point, the school was bombed by the government and at least one student was killed.  At that point, the father was relieved of his military duties and asked to go to Western Europe to gain support for the resistance there.  The whole family walked for days out of the mountains and into the neighboring country where they were promptly arrested by the border guards.  They were imprisoned (his word) in a refugee camp in the neighboring country for over a year before finally being able to travel to London.  It seems like so many people here have stories like this and yet they all have this desire to rebuild and move on.  It's the same spirit and determination that I saw in post-apartheid South Africa, this idea that yes we have suffered for decades but we can either sit and complain about it or we can move forward and make sure it doesn't happen again.