045 – Gondar
A Ghost in a Silent World The next morning my eyes snapped open at 4:30. A drunk man was wandering […]
A Ghost in a Silent World The next morning my eyes snapped open at 4:30. A drunk man was wandering […]
The Escape of the Joads It was still pitch black when I was woken up by the Joads, their truck,
Leaving Bahir Dar The streets of Bahir Dar were quiet and cold as I cycled through them. A group of
Speciation The next day after a morning trip by bike to where the Blue Nile emerges from Lake Tana I
In Search of the ‘Real’ Ethiopia I woke up in the morning without a very clear idea of what I
“Watch and pray that ye enter not into temptation” Inside the bus to Bahir Dar there was a big poster
The Toe TAL Hoe Tal The town that Azmo had sent me to was called Amanuel and it was as
Debre Markos was more complicated than most of the towns I’d passed through and it wasn’t entirely clear which road
A Close Look at my Tormenters The next day’s cycling passed in what had become a familiar pattern. There were
It was still dark at 5:35 in the morning when I stepped outside my room. There was a hard cold