Sometimes you just know it is not the news you were hoping to hear. I watched as our friend descended the stairs with, hands in pockets, chin on chest, one step at a time, always leading with the same foot. This time the “forienge wagga” (price for foreigners), was just too high. The gatekeeper assumed that we had driven a long way and that we would pay an exorbitant price rather than walk away. He was wrong. We walked. But even the exterior shots and the landscapes made the trip worthwhile.
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All was not lost. We were able to see the interior of a rock-hewn church at the next stop.
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Where was this? I was thinking the rock churches were north of Bahir Dar?
Much love to you! Shari