After a quick stop at the Embatcalla station, we continued down the valley through the clouds. By the time we crested the hill above Ghinda, the thin cloud layer, now above us, provided a uniform gray sky.
Ghinda station
As we pulled into the Ghinda station, several vendors approached the Littorina with refreshments. A woman in a dirty shamma (the native white dress) offered tangerines in a woven basket. Another woman offered oranges. And yet another, boiled eggs. A small girl carried a large brightly colored, patterned bowl filled with what looked like the puffed wheat I ate for breakfast as a kid. Maybe this was their version of popcorn.
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I bought three tangerines for ten cents Ethiopian (four cents US) and sat back to enjoy these sweet, tasty fruit grown locally on some Ghinda valley farm.
