The motor biking Germans turned out to be a mixed bunch visiting from Germany and living in Addis and passed on some advice about where to go and how to get there so we changed our course from Bale Mountains to Arba Minch. Before we left Yabello we needed to get diesel. We pulled into the first petrol station and waited while a lot of people stared at us. After a couple of minutes it became clear there was no fuel and we went across the road to the Gasoil station. A few more minutes of pointing and confused exchanges and we determined that Gasoil is diesel and added to our stash. The tank topped up we headed out of town on a dusty road heading west. The landscape was beautiful. Lots of hills and very, very, very dry. In between villages we saw a leopard on the road! The local people in this area walking from and to nowhere with their goats and camels looked like gypsies to us. Many of them wearing AK47s over their shoulder. We stopped in one small and dusty town on the way and were able to get a perfect cup of coffee. We haven't found a hot shower yet but we can always get a great cup of coffee… As we came closer to Arba Minch there were children everywhere by the side of the road and as we would approach they would start dancing. Not together but each one doing their own sort of break dancing – some were very impressing with handstands and all. If we had to slow down they would mob the car screaming "You! You! You! YOU! Gimmie your wallet!" We arrived in Arba Minch for lunch at the Lemlem Hotel (the "Best place for local food in town"), not exactly but it did the job. We spent a relaxing night at Swayne's overlooking the lakes from a cliff high above.
