I have found a tranquil, picturesque, magnificent location. It’s about a 20 minute trek outside Lalo.
The market (Sundays and Thursdays) in my town occurs on a downslope of a hill. While at market a few weeks ago I stared off into the forest on the adjacent hill. Hmm, that would be a nice place to go.
So, I went.
Crossing a creek via a log, passing circular huts with thatched roofs and winding through dense forest on farmers paths a millennium old. At the top of the adjacent hill after walking through dense jungle a meadow opens up. Cows grazing, monkeys hooting, birds chirping, insects buzzing.
In the distance I can see the bustle of market. But, here no bustle to be found.
I go as much as possible now. 4 times this week. It’s close enough to go to with only a 2 hour break.
Farmers plod by craning their necks in confusion. Some knew of me before hand and shout a quizzical, John? They know there’s a white guy in town, and this is a white guy, but, here?
Now they have gotten used to me. One farmer, Mustafa, even brings me bananas whenever I see him.
There is no concept of hiking or enjoying the outdoors here. They think I’m nuts for wanting to climb a hill or even be outside.
Their thinking is if you’re rich enough to spend your time in doors, do it. I confuse a lot of Ethiopians.