Along the way, people would stop whatever they were doing to stare. Others stood along the roadsides, welcoming our parade. They wore white or red breechcloths with scarves wrapped around their heads. Most men were shirtless. The women were barely covered up either. Young maidens were rarely spotted in the public areas. Naked children ran about, riding their makeshift horses and pretending to be soldiers. The sight was too intriguing to my eyes. I kept observing all that until we heard the horns blew.
"Looks like we're almost there," Tepi said.
Once we reached the borders of the capital, I looked out of the carriage's window again. My eyes tried to take in the panorama of the whole city as we cruised through villages, public markets, gardens, temples, and shrines.
"What are those?" I asked, pointing at tall houses rising high above the ground.
"They're the guard posts," Tepi said. By now she had become my personal guide.