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After a gorgeous morning in Gonder, I headed to Bahir Dar in great spirits.
I took a minibus through the mountains, and unfortunately three people were getting sick the whole time :/
The mama in front of me kept sucking on a lime, which I had learned the other day helps with motion sickness!
But it was not helping her.
It was raining and the windows were closed, which was also probably not helping anyone.
We were pretty ...
... The boy was called Thomas and once he knew that we had this in common I had no chance of brushing him off. I tried several techniques, the swift stop to take a picture, the lean into a conversation with someone else, the quick turn as if to change directions, but wherever I looked there was Thomas. The dreamy flute music that he was producing fitted the moment perfectly and after a while I stopped trying to lose him.
Mini showed me up by buying something ...
... they reach the Mediterranean. The outlet wasn't really much to see but it's an interesting story if not a good photo.
The boat then docked on an island with a 12th century Monastery. It looked like it had been built in the last 12 months rather than the era stated but inside the brick and iron structure there were antiquated wooden beams and an alter where a young monk was repeating verses of the bible in Amharic. The poor guy kept getting the odd bit wrong and ...
... km east of town, so Alex and I decided to test our luck and try local transport.
Our arrival at the station was met with an aggressive interrogation, locals demanded to know our destination. Hesitate to disclose our plans we politely refused and skirted away from the crowd, only to be surrounded by another! We quickly realized we were in over our heads as African bus stops are nothing like home; no designated bus stops, no marked bus numbers, and very ...
... starts at Lake Tana.
After lunch by the lake we took a bone shattering, teeth chattering one hour drive over the worst road I have ever seen ordinary cars use to see the falls on the Blue Nile. In spite of the rough ride it was well worth it as we saw an amazing amount of local activities. All of which was very primitive but made us think about the complexity ...