They glide among the heron and know where all the hippos are.
The fishermen on Lake Tana start early, some fishing alone, others in groups with large nets.
The boats are made of papyrus reeds and it is slowly dying out, being replaced with larger vessels, less individuals eking out a living from this lake.
The boats only last a few months, so others are always under construction.
With room with only one man to sit, their balance is incredible.
This country is on the edge of so much development in change. There are many positive steps forward ready to happen but, at times, at the collateral of culture and ancient practice.
It’s hard, as an outsider to know what’s loss and what’s gain.
For now, I’ll deeply drink the present beauty.
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