As I write this, I am sitting on the shore of beautiful
KB and I hopped a car to Bahir Dar to meet eight fellow volunteers for a Christmas/New Year's celebration. It has been a wonderful weekend, full of beautiful scenery, good meals, and the company of friends. As I have walked through the tourist town, I have sometimes forgotten that I am here in
With all that said, though, the weekend was not without its stressors. While Bahir Dar is a beautiful place to visit, the constant flow of tourists would make it difficult to establish a permanent identity within the community and shed the rich farenji label assigned automatically to white people. It was a tiring ordeal to face every day the kind of negative attention we have worked so hard to avert in Debremarkos, and on a much larger scale here. Being able to speak Amharic certainly helps, but even so, it is hard to distinguish yourself from the tourist masses. I am not sure I could live here (though I will definitely appreciate the chance to stay with friends here every once in a while!).