We’d make an excellent team. The wind had gathered all of its strength here, pushing me to stumble backwards on my feet. Africa’s greatest mountain run is this otherworldly putting. This could be Ethiopia, based on the odd shape of the mountains, the freshness of the breeze, and the occasional barefooted herders clothed in green we had seen on the way up.
We took a bus from the highland town of Gondar to Debark, where we hired Genet, a park guide. He wore his device like a golden one, hung over both shoulders. It was ostensibly to shield us from the shiftas and the threat of baboon attacks. The car dropped us off on a dirt road in the mountains for a few miles. The land expands.