These kids are all smartly and brightly dressed, and have evolved strong innate abilities to avoid all kinds of vehicles coming at speed from all directions. British kids wouldn’t survive five minutes here.
The marshes held a variety of bird life, and quite a number of twitchers conversing in there own anorak language.
From here we made it to some tarmac roads, differing from unmade roads by being wider and less dusty. The murderous driving continued only at higher speeds. It appears that drivers stick mostly to the left, although this is by no means universal. Some roundabouts do exist, but regulations about how to use them don’t. When approaching a roundabout, don’t hesitate, or all is lost.
Going through the capital city looking for place to eat was scary. There’s more people than you can shake a stick at. We finally found an eatery in the nice part of town, although getting into it required more security checks than at Adis Ababa airport. Hmm… not a lot then…
After driving through hours of almost continuous shanty towns we finally started to see some countryside and were able to look out of the car windows without being shamed by the poverty. The decrease in number of vehicles on the road meant more time spent on the left hand side of the road and fewer kids to knock over.
The masses of humanity, shacks and ubiquitous rubbish became tea plantations, mansions and hotels. The poor become well hidden.
Arrived at the Mountain of the Moon hotel in time for shower, dinner, wine and sleep…
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