On Friday, Clare and I took a local bus up to Chencha, after sitting on the bus for two hours in Arba Minch, waiting for it to fill up. We decided to get off at Dorze, and walk the rest of the way to Chencha as Clare had not been to Dorze before. The huts at Dorze are different to houses found elsewhere, and look like giant beehives. The walk was pleasant, but unfortunately, accompanied by every single child we met asking for money. Some tourists must give in to their demands of “Give me one Birr!” otherwise they would not continue. After several kilometres, it began to get very irritating. Even worse, one group of children, who were no more than 10 years old, starting throwing stones at us when we refused to give money!
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