Internet in Axum is .80 birr/minute and I’m unable to log onto my mail so Mark and I are once again joining forces to wish you a very merry Christmas.
It is probably about 90 degrees here in the dry 2000 meter sun, and we are struggling with our white faranji skin. It doesn’t quite feel like Christmas Eve, except for the fake xmas tree in the internet cafe.
Mark says the Beatties sometimes make a lamb roast for Christmas, we’re thinking we can probably manage to find some lamb here too, spiced up and with sour bread. We’ve had quite enough of that and may just go for a festive spaghetti.
Things are very old here, one feels a little closer to what it must have been like 2000 years ago for Mary and Jesus, whose faces we’ve now seen on countless monastery and church murals (and bus fronts).
There are camels, and dust, and donkeys, and ancient stellae dating back to the old testament times.
Well, off we go back into the heat, to try to see if one of the old men at the market with their foot driven sewing machines, circa 1920, can mend the tears that a mountain bike ride over Ethiopian roads and a scramble up to the granite quarries in the hills outside town wrought on my jeans.
Much love to all, Zoe and Mark