There were kids playing Cricket and some kids and adults riding horses. Of course there were ome kids begging but they were pretty mellow compared to kids in town.
Side story about baksheesh - When I was traveling in the third world in the 70's, I had very little money and encountered hundreds of people who had much less and asked for a gift (baksheesh). At first, I would say yes to all. That wasn't sustainable as we now say. But even as I became more hardened, there was usually one person each day who would get to me. One of the greatest gifts I ever exchanged was with a woman in Kandahar. I was getting in the back of a truck to go up to Kabul and she was holding her baby with her hand out. I can't remember what people look like who I had dinner with last night, but I remember her as if she were standing in front of me right now. In all the years since then, whenever I have faced a tough challenge or was feeling sorry for myself, I would think of her and the fact that she would trade all of her assets just for my problems. I gave her 10 Afghanis and she gave me a lifetime of contentment.