Translation courtesy of Natalia Gouric
Getting to Omo valley had already been a transfer in time and
space to a completely different dimension, different to everything that I have ever experienced.
However, that experience was stained by the deeply negative effects of
tourism in that region. But after crossing the Omo river at Omorate
everything would be radically transformed. There, with the exit stamp of
Ethiopia already in the passport, we put the bikes into a
traditional Dassanech canoe to cross the legendary river and set upon
one of the most rigorous, remote and unpredictable stretches of the entire
East of Africa: the unstable no-man’s land of the triple border between
Ethiopia, Kenia and South Sudan. Very few times in my life I have waited for
something with such an anxiety and now, I was finally
about to receive the great dose of adrenaline that this experience would
bring with.
