Awright, looks like the worst case scenario was yet to come. So forget about suspension, brakes, and Paolo. In the Bale Mountains in the south of Ethiopia our gearbox got completely jammed. St. George couldn’t move an inch and no way to repair the damn thing. How we imported a used gearbox from Austria and how this gearbox was transformed into a differential in order to become a legal immigrant is another story. You may then also read how 200% import tax helped to legalise the general illegalness of gearbox imports into Ethiopia. Tomorrow we will start down south again to meet St. George and hand over his Christmas present: a used, oily gearbox from Zirl. Then it’s time to get to Kenya. There, we were told it’s warm (in the Bale Mountains it’s almost as cold as in Europe at the moment) and the country looks like Africa is supposed to look. Yes, we were told so.