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... me hunched over forward.
At the bus station in Gonder a guy who works as a porter or conductor started chatting with me.
He said the hotel was too far to walk, so he grabbed a tuk-tuk for me and negotiated the price.
He offered to escort me to the hotel but I insisted he didn't.
I ate some dinner then wandered the streets, saying hello to everyone and trying to chat with some ladies at a shop.
... plate of raw meat when we stopped for a lunch break, unfortunately I was happy to try some too. Dipped in some chilli powder and lime it was actually really tasty in a kind of food-poisoning-coming-soon kind of way. I ate about four or five pieces in the end just to ensure that the Imodium in my bag hadn’t been a wasted purchase.
We were experiencing Easter in perhaps the most devoutly Christian country I’ve ...
... drowned out by a tour guide who was speaking what sounded like Hebrew. There was a large sign asking people politely not to use flash photography and just as I read it a camera flash went off. When the priest had to stop reading and tell the Israeli tourist off it was time to go outside.
I know the tourism industry here could do with the extra cash but surely there should be times when places of worship are off-limits, this thought hit me like a pair of tits as ...
... me to wear.
I handed over what was a very fair price of 20 Birr (60p) for the pleasurable experience and I walked confidently out on to the grubby streets like I'd just stepped out of a salon.
I was still struggling for non-caffeine induced energy due to the early start and I took a few hours for a siesta at the Central Gonder Hotel. The name does justice to the establishment's only redeeming features, in that it is in Gonder ...
You! You! You! Farange! Farange! Ie. white person. This is what I have been called for 35 days and it is often followed by "highland" (water bottle), "pen", "shirt" as children ask for gifts often in a demanding way. One thing that has been very difficult for me on this trip has been seeing the poverty and having people beg. It started back in the Omo Valley where children would dance and do aerobics on the road as you were driving up and then wave as you were passing. I innocently ...