Ethiopia continued… | Feb 17th

Nov 23rd, 2008

Of course the police are not like home and both Anteneh and the scout would get in serious trouble if caught and some serious fines or perhaps even some jail time. So I schemed and schemed with Anteneh… The answer is simple and NWA’S Ice Cube would agree- “Fuck tha po-lice.” If the police were out in the jungle searching for the Mursi, then they would not be on the main road until nightfall. There is only one road. So we parked the car on the main road with a tire off pretending to change it and took pictures at the village we wanted to, keeping a strong eye on the road. We left at sunset to avoid problems.

I am ready to move on from the Omo. One side of me just wants to be at home sitting on a thrown of Wendy’s Spicy Chicken burgers doing lame things like hugging my girlfriend but the other side of me says “screw all that stuff, if you were home doing that, you’d want to come here.” And this side is the most true. I think one month in the Omo is plenty of time and I’m glad we didn’t decide on a shorter period of time because it wouldn’t have been enough. We leave for Arba minch in a few days to stay over night, and move on to Addis Ababa the capital. From here we will fly to the North. I’m very confident in the images I’ve been getting. This makes me excited for the North because the scenario setting and people are all completely different. The animist tribes in mud huts are instead Orthodox monks living in caves.

I go through periods where I miss home and the comforts there. (This is usually when I’m sitting in the jeep on the long bumpy rides with nothing to do but think.) It distracts me from the trip. I’ve tried to travel but sometimes my mind doesn’t go anywhere and hasn’t travelled at all when I’m caught up in these thoughts but getting better at forgetting them.

Continued…