Mile's had blown his rear shocker seal again, as we approached Omorate the night before thus a slow ride. The kids in this area have a fair reputation for doing anything to get attention (and thus money, pens, caramellos) from foreigners. Unfortunately this practice has developed into throwing rocks at the vehicles. Darren and I stopping at regular intervals to chase the little brats, in an effort to demonstrate retribution for their actions. We had met others with smashed windscreens from the rocks which is really not on. Unfortunately they are uneducated people and communicating in any way is impossible hence the problem is systemic. Camping facilities have deteriorated to stopping in the car park of hotels with no water or toilets or showers (hmm there is a concept). So summarising we are all pretty dirty, dusty and smelly feeling a little over it by this stage. Ethiopia has almost no infrastructure and hence things like ATMS are a pipe dream. We bought a little Ethiopian money from travellers we had met coming south but are basically surviving on very little right now as there is nothing to buy and nothing to buy it with.