That's the approximate distance that this strapping young Kurdish man carried this burden of water.
Earlier in the day, the elders of his people caught wind that foreigners visiting the war zone of Iraq wanted to come to visit to share an escape plan. This was the birth of his mission; bring water for the western visitors. So he did.
The meeting spot was smack dab in the stunning lush of mezzo farmland with an endless horizon of golden indigo. We sit. We explain. Then a young man with a delivery atop his head approaches and offers us the hydration. As polite and respectful westerners, we taught to not take the offering do to we would rather those offering have it for later as well any trouble they may have to go through to serve us. But things are quite different in the East...