I had arrived in Ambo at around 4.30 on Wednesday afternoon (10 Feb). Tara, my new housemate, met us at the Green Cafe with the news that, that very morning, the local authority had decided to dump huge mounds of rubble in our street, ready for tarmacing. So the road was impassable. Our choices were a 200 metre trudge uphill to the house, or a 100 metre trudge downhill. The fact that I had arrived with three large suitcases plus a box of equipment from the Programme Office made neither option feasible. At this juncture I must mention the roads/footpaths. They are comprised of stones of various shapes and sizes; rubble you might put it. So the image that you may have of a stroll up the street on nice even pavement is totally inaccurate -
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