LISTLESS, LALIBELA
The first of three or four posts to fast-forward this blog to the present moment The first few times I walked up the winding main street in Lalibela, passersby flicked their hands at me in an impatient gesture. I took it as a sign of unwelcome, until I realized that the motion was actually a swat aimed at the persistent armadas of flies that were as much a feature of Lalibela as the heat and...