I paid for my laziness dearly. I got up early, but not early enough for the first buses that leave at 6 o'clock, and after the early departures the bus station steeps in the usual chaos. At great length, I got a minibus to Shashemene and enjoyed another beautiful ride down the heights on a very panoramic road. On the way I bought a bag of freshly toasted barley to munch as a snack.
Given that there were no buses to Arba Minch, unless I wanted to change at Sodo, I headed to Awasa on the lake shore for a laid-back afternoon. The young man next to me in the bus was heading for Dillo where he worked as a local administrator, but he was in fact a pharmacist. Someone told me that no matter what you study in Ethiopia, you always end up working something different, and I'd played down the grievance remarking that this can happen anywhere. However, there was probably more than just a grain of truth.