Today, one of us almost got pick pocketed: my dad, David. We visited a local market in Fiche,and we were advised to keep an eye on our bags. Nothing got stolen, but on our way back to the bus, Kelly noticed a small Ethiopian woman poking around my dad’s pack. I think he watched his bag a little more closely afterwards. We also got to try riding on Bajas. Bajas are the common way to travel in Ethiopia. They’re basically three-wheeled dirty cabs, and they’re super bumpy, but they’re pretty fun.
The best part of today, however, was what Marela and I got to do before dinner. I went out to this playground that’s on the hotel. Marela and Jax had headed there earlier. I saw Marela talking to a local boy. We both tried to talk to him, but we didn’t have a translator, so we only got so far. We did find out his name (It was really long) and that he was 10 yrs. old and a student. We fist-bumped and high-fived and thumb warred each other. I found he knew Ahiya (guessed spelling-means donkey) and we brayed for a bit. We couldn’t communicate much, but it was still a lot of fun.