My morning began with a visit to Saint George Church-
and the left for men. Worshippers remove their shoes at the entrance, kiss the walls, the floor, everywhere, as they mumble their prayers. It was renovated in the 60s.
My next stop was the market-
of everything imaginable from coffee bean stalls where there are 3 grades of unroasted beans-
to coffee pot stalls-
to live chickens and eggs-
and more chickens (check out the plastic shoes)-
Down the used rubber tire street-
this man was making a water bladder that can be easily carried full to the village from the river-
There was a hole in the wall 'silver' shop that by the reaction of the vendor when I pulled out my loup, certainly wasn't silver-
These young men were enjoying playing soccer in a video arcade-
Vegetables are fresh but all that is available is cabbage, potatoes, tomatoes, chilis, peppers and red onions-
Woven plastic baskets were made right before my eyes-
I'm not sure what it would be like drinking from horn wine glasses and cups. They seemed kind of dirty. The horse hair pompoms are used for fancy dress-
The market was super interesting and I had numerous guides - none wanting to sell me anything! They just wanted to show me their great market and make sure I had seen everything there was to see! Such a refreshing change!
Lunch was a delicious fish dullet that I ordered with bread rather than injera. I even asked for a spoon. The man sitting next to me laughed at that!