Waking up in Gondar

Throughout the wee hours of the early morning we drift in an out of sleep through the monotonous drone of chanting over very poor quality loud speakers. When daylight finally breaks, feeling somewhat rested, we venture out onto the cobble stone streets of Gondar. It is market day, people are bringing in roosters, vegetables, sheep, and various other goods for sale. Some folks are making injera, some playing foos ball, some just greeting the day.

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