High Stepping in the Simien Mountains Deeply
ingrained with dirt, the tiny hand inches forward, then jerks back, as
the youngster steels himself to shake my paler but not much cleaner
hand. He takes a steadying breath and reaches out again. Brushes my
fingers with his. Smells my scent on his skin. A white woman.
Perhaps the first he has seen in his short life... In St George's Footsteps - Lalibela Long
before our guide identifies the holes in the wall as hoof prints,
Lalibela has captured my imagination. For here, women grind grain with
stones on stones while husbands and sons sell Pepsi and Kodak film to
travellers come to see eleven rock-hewn churches...