Little boys at Queen Sheba's Ruins stand high on the fence to ask us for sweets. All of them wore clothes that are either in tatters or patched up in a few places. Nonetheless, their smiles are sweet, their manners gracious.
On far left, the 14th century colourful frescoes from ceiling to floor, all depicting stories from the Bible. These frescoes - still vibrant in their varied hues inspite of the years, are hidden inside plain monasteries made of bamboo, wood with thatched roof.
On right, a faithful man cloaked in white shawl and headdress makes his way to the monastery for evening prayers.
Locals walked everywhere. Some more fortunate ones travel in horse-driven carts like this.
Tourists like us get the 20-seater bus with a wisp of airconditioning thrown in.
Brisk business at a local convenience stall, even the camels have to queue up to buy a drink!
Me in quiet reflection at the obelisk site in Aksum
"A slow day in business", pictur of a local souvenir shop
Colour memories all sketched in my travelogue, of a vibrant and beautiful country and people.
