I have called this beautiful woman Madonna, She and her husband, with AK47 in hand, were Ethiopian forest protectors . She welcomed us and allowed me into her small thatched home, on top of a forested mountain, to meet her family and husband.
Making friends along the way. Market day in Mizan Teferi.
Being the only white woman in this huge market I felt surprisingly comfortable but amused at the stares and being followed by hundreds of kids and men. One unforgettable experience.
The Omo Valley, a place of mystery, ancient culture and a life far removed from ours. The beauty of travel, for me, is putting myself in a world utterly different from my own and connecting to the common humanity of it all.
Calvin, a very bright, intelligent young man.
Humbled at the chance - a chance that few people will ever have - of being in the remotest part of the west Omo Valley in Ethiopia, in spitting distance of the Sudanese border, among the Suri tribe. There are only about 2500 of these marginalized people remaining.
We slept in tents in the compound of an abandoned school.... there were kids decorated to the hilt (their ceremonial wardrobe included paint and floral headdresses) Kalashnikov wielding security guards, women with plates in their lips and earlobes stretched long , the complete absence of branding, advertising or the sound of a mobile phone(HEAVEN) -and electricity a good few hours drive away. Dinner was cooked with the assistance of the chief's wife, how cool is that? I did wonder what had happened to the live chicken that had been walking around camp.