Suddenly, I felt the wind on his face shaking. He got a smell of wet earth, calving ground for, a night sky torn. I noticed in the distance were some rays. They seemed lost, distant, unattainable. Soon it was also the sound. You could hear the thunder from the horizon. He quickly became far closer. The rain began to unload with force. The air was heavy with the smell of entrails. And suddenly, in the midst of those hard days, difficult, occurred sublime, magic.
The trip by Ethiopia motorcycle was being the opposite of what I had imagined. Instead of finding the desert, refugee camps, children with swollen tummies by hunger and high poverty, I found myself in a country of high mountains and green.
“Ahhhh. And how they get no rain?”, asked with some curiosity before hearing a response that if I had been given a hundred thousand opportunities to give it even had approached me. "Waving queues hippos with their hands, skyward, and prevent rain ", I emphatically explained.
Suddenly, I look left and right, and see other huge leatherback sea or by tracing back the beach. Spectra seem to crawl at night. Equal performance for tourists, that moment is unforgettable, real.