@brittarnhild
I had been in Ethiopia for a few hours only, and we were already driving west. I sat in the front seat of the car hired by Getts, in my lap I had my camera. I had had a short night on the flight down from Norway via Sweden, but I was wide awake. The world was open and I wanted to experience it all.
All of a sudden the road in front of us was filled with people. Our driver, Ermias, who only after a short time felt like a friend, before our days together felt like family, was used to tourist with a camera. He slowed down the car and pointed out, look there, and there, and there.....
It turned out we had met a funeral procession.
Hundreds, or thousands of people were following the coffin.
"Look over there" Ermias said, "Horses, and traditional outfits. This must be the funeral of an old, very important man. A chief."
Ermias slowed down even more. I rolled down my window and let my camera do her own work.
People, horses, colours, speed, and a man waving......
Only a few hours in Ethiopia, and already my travel tale chast started to fill up. We waved goodbye to the last horse riders, I rolled up my window, put away my camera and opened my diary. My adventure had started.
