En route to the river, I passed the university.
Further on, I saw an ambulance race into this hospital.
Alas, when I reached the river, a disheveled young man wearing the Ethiopian cross informed me that I could not take a photograph of the river. I suspect that he had no authority to prohibit me from taking a shot of a rather ordinary looking stream. However, I respected his wish and did not capture the river on film. The fellow proceeded to follow me for several kilometres until it became clear that he wanted me to hire him as a guide. No, thank you.
The relentless come-on for money whereby one feels like a walking dollar sign can grate. It is all part of the game or dance that is performed. As I continued on my stroll, I noticed a flower that reminded me to appreciate beauty. Here it is.