Next to a fading “Welcome to Sipi Falls” sign a few locals beckoned us under cover. Hid on someone’s porch, we watched the sky give in right before us. Houses on the side of the road flooded and the mountain pass we had just climbed resembled more of a river than anything else…

During our Addis Ababa layover I decided I wanted a snack and a bottle of water, not the best idea. We missed our connecting flight and spent the night in fluorescent purgatory. One missed connection later Stan smugly watched on as I arduously assembled my Chinese aluminium bike…