Amedi
Ever since I arrived in Kurdistan, friends and co-workers urged me to try to make it to Amedi. Having seen pictures like the above, there wasn't much persuasion needed. It looked like something out of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, a fortress town atop a cliff. Your mind's eye takes you to massive medieval clashes, hot oil poured on invaders and trebuchet's launching fireballs into the night. Leastwise, mine did. I was finally able to go in April. We'd turned northeast just before hitting Duhok, one of the three main cities in Kurdistan. We were heading into the mountains. There is a stark beauty to the rock-strewn hills covered at these lower levels by scrub and a few hard-scrabble goats. The weight of traveling around these parts comes from the knowledge that so much that is fundamental to the way billions of people live today began here. While strolling through a ruined fort in southern Kurdistan one day, a local pointed up to three shark-toothed peaks. "Tha...