Lake Langano there was a heartfelt passing of wim and his Ethiopian wife, Rachel, before we ran out of addis ... we went 30 km out into stifling smoky city traffic .... along the suburbs and slums
we have not chosen the main road because of the heavy truck traffic and we got a great track under the wheels ... uphill ... .. always down next to some farms, cottages and many people around on the road ... and cultivated green fields along the roads in the middle ...... then we headed to a hotel to gain ..... guarded and UN vehicles in the parking lot ....
were sitting here all dine at the posh ... we had fried chicken legs with injera, the flatbread its common .... it hurts when you see how little the rural population must make do, and we walk just anyway to feed ......
on the side because we went back to the main-road to the south ....
arrived at 16.00 we clock the shores of Lake Langano with his dark brown water ....
have for a long time I then something cooked. but has lasted really long, Wiel in the whole shaking the pump of the gasoline stove
no more pressure could build up ......... noodle soup with rice from Sudan arrived yet always enriched to make me sick .......
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