This was when Henok and I were on the way to Bahir Dar. The tall kid saw us doing our traditional complete search to make sure we hadn't left anything in the room. He asked us if we had lost something and then gave us the phone number for the hotel and told us if we later found that we had lost something he could send it to us on the next bus.
Basically all other kids in Ethiopia spent every waking hour looking for cyclists to throw rocks at...
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