Amarhic doesn’t have a word for “nowhere”. I had a hard time explaining my sentence and my made-up word, “We’re 100 kilometers from nowhere.”
Loading the LandCruiser. We are taking supplies (mostly food) to an evangelist in a remote area, not far from the Kenya border
The government has put in a pretty decent gravel/dirt road in the last few years. Food is scarce, but honey is abundant.
This couple (khaki shorts and yellow shirt) have served in this harsh area for over 15 years.
Drinking honey and shakara (“tea” made from coffee shells–it tastes like wood) from gourd cups. The honey was great! The wood-tea isn’t bad either.
Typical dress for the men, including the rifle