Ethiopia, April-May 2012:
Mekele-to-Lalibela-to-Debark trek (page 17 of 17)
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Returning from the Saturday
market at WP #28 |
Saturday market at
WP #28: The
market was still going on when we arrived in the small village at WP #28. I
have not taken note of the name of this village. |
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Saturday market at
WP #28 |
Saturday market at
WP #28: My
presence quickly disrupted the entire market, an extreme case of ″farangi hysteria″. |
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Saturday market at WP #28: Armed militia men eventually came |
Fields near WP #28 |
Negussie′s father: Negussie
was born in a village near
WP #28. His father still lives there. |
Between WP #29 and
Debark (WP #30) |
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Reaching Debark,
the end of our trek |
Negussie′s wife welcomed us
with a coffee ceremony |
Last photo in front
of |
The next morning |
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At the end of his trip, he feels profound friendship for these
people who shared his life, the eyes of whom are strained by scrutinizing far
horizons too often, for the swarms of shouting children who untiringly see
each instant as a lifetime excitement, for the wind that flattens campfires
and swells tents, for the trees of the savanna that are shaped like large
umbrellas, for the mountainous sculptures of the desert, for the tepid water
extracted from the wells, which one must drink despite its bad taste because
there is no choice, but also for the crystalline mornings, for the intense
heat of the days, for the bloody dusks, and for the nights that fall
suddenly. (Adapted from
the last paragraph of ″Caravanserail″,
a novel by Charif Majdalani.)
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