Sheltering Sky
"He did not think of himself as a tourist; he was a traveller. The difference is partly one of time, he would explain. Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveller, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, during periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. Indeed, he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived, precisely where it was he had felt most at home". PAUL BOWLES
“How do you find Ethiopian women?” asks Anna, observing my astonishment at the Ethiopian traditional show. We are sitting in big half circle at this restaurant in Addis Ababa, and four stunning dancers are shaking their necks at the beat of drums. “They are reputedly the most beautiful women in Africa,” I reply diplomatically, trying to conceal my sudden infatuation. Anna smiles, shakes her head and says: “Even I think some times Wow they are beautiful!”. 
previous posts
- Come on thunder!
- Run summer run
- That other kind of love
- Malawi Journals (VI): Mzungu!
- Safari in Zambia
- Malawi Journals (V): Saving Grace
- Malawi Journals (IV): Chicken curry and rice
- Malawi Journals (part III): Field visit
- Malawi Journals (part II): Hotel Lilongwe
- Malawi Journals (part I): first day in Africa
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