A boy hustlin’ the streets of Harar.
Dating back to the 12th century, the Church of St. George in Lalibela was carved from solid red volcanic rock and built underground to conceal it from intruders.
The misses and I playing hide and go seek. She won.
The view from our hotel, Tukul Village, which is a modern version of the traditional African thatched huts.
An old man resting near the church. His solemn expression still lingers in my mind.
Shortly after arriving in Addis, I went to the historic Meskel Square to witness the festival commemorating the discovery of the True Cross, which according to Ethiopian legend, is the cross on which Christ was crucified.
Approximately 200,000 Ethiopians and spectators celebrated the religious holiday by taking part in a candle-lit vigil. Chanting in unison, the crowd anxiously awaited the lighting of the tree. Once lit, the massive bonfire erupted creating a mushroom cloud of smoke.
After the ceremony, the mob poured into a narrow gate on their way out. My friends and I were dragged into the mosh pit and carried along with the crowd. To avoid being trampled to death, we seeped through the mass and waited in a corner until the crowd died down.
(Fun fact: The Meskel Festival has been celebrated for over 1,600 years.)