The School Run

We stopped off at a small village on the run from Keren back to Asmara.

The locals spoke a language which neither of our drivers understood so I'm not sure anyone knew what we were doing apart from a little bit of cultural exchange.

It was lunchtime at the local school so we were mobbed by several dozen kids all building up the bravery to say 'hello' and 'how are you'. We terrified and fascinated them in equal measure I think by taking their photos and showing them themselves on the digital display screens. The way that some of them pointed at the screens and then at themselves in wonderment made me wonder if they had seen themselves before. When we were invited into two of the thatched huts by the locals I certainly didn;t see any evidence of a mirror anywhere.

And then we heard a bell ring in the distance and the kids all screamed and ran off and we resumed our journey.