The valleys

Today I won't boar u with too many words or witticisms instead I will dazzle with the thousand of photos taken during our ten day trip to the omo valley.

Lately my blogposts have been a brief repeat of what happened each day for the last couple of weeks. And the one thing they all have is an absence of wit. But for the last weeks I have been traveling and now that one can relax I would rather be reading, but as the maybe not so famous famous saying goes no rest for the wicked, so unfortunately there will continue to be an absence of wit or creative use of language but a litany of and then and then and then and the next day the day after later. However there will be countless photos to make up the lack of creative language.

Once back in addis we had a couple of days in which dad and I did some administration saffron frolicked around with Kulu and mum when back to Mercato. And then we were off to the valleys.

Because I can't find the words to describe this ten day road trip I'll give a brief talk of all the things we did. 

We stayed at various places, some with incredible views and some with no view, we visited around 5 different tribes ( I could try to name them but I would only get 3 : dorzi, hammer, merzi, ______, ______) experiencing the bull jumping/woman whipping ceremony, paying to take a photo, the different scarification and the piercing, we saw crocodiles, we saw cows goats and people standing in the middle of the road, we visited a village and a school and had lots of fun with our guide ( haylom/zakare) and driver ( bre/jibu) and after ten tiring days travelling from addis and back to addis going through the rift and omo valley it was over.

We were back In addis this time for the last time. We spent our three days catching up on work visiting the market and playing with the kids that attend the school we donated to. Then off we went to Kenya

Swimming the OMO (dad and i and two locals)

Dug out canoe we travelled on

Bull jumper and bull jumping

Bull jumping is a ceremony the hammer tribe partake in. it involves a man (the guy with the wacky haircut specific for the jump) to run over 9-13 bull. other parts of the ceremony are wiping (the women get wiped to symbolise the pain the man will go through when he leaves the tribe. they want to get wiped they provoke the wipers in order to do so) lots of general drunkness and dancing/chanting

Fishermen's market

drunk dorzi tribe head 

^ ^ ^ the various ways of living of the tribe ^ ^ ^

what the dorzi tribe head put us up to

crocodile market (not literally) 

mums sloppy injera work

^ ^ ^ the tribe who's name i don't remember ^ ^ ^

a school in a valley we donated to

banana art ( i know how cool is that ) 

the school in addis 

Saffrons frolicking buds

Saffi and the monkey

the merzi

this tribe was very fond of lip piercing and scarification 

the lip piercing is a painful and long proses where they initially start with a stick and gradually move on in size then go on to lip plates the larger the plate the more expensive (when u get married u pay the wife's family with cows)

yupee another market

hide your kids its the 

BABY THEIF

my dads fixation with selfies

the other tribe i don't remember 

whoops

marabou. the ugliest bird alive

a village we visited

another market

dad enjoying being looked after

THE END