The road out from Lalibela was another 40km or so of dirt road, some of it sensationally rucked and rumpled. We then had another long descent on tarmac which took its toll on our brakes. Eventually we had none, and resorted to chucking the car into lowest gear and praying for it to stop. On reflection, and taking the path of least resistance and labour, we decided to bleed the brakes, on the assumption that maybe the fluid had boiled and created air bubbles. This being the only show around we soon had an audience of children and young people, who laughed rudely when Andrew got some brake fluid in his eye. An older man in the crowd laid into the kids with a stout stick, which improved their attitude somewhat. The bleeding seemed to do the trick and we beetled off towards the nearest town to buy some more brake fluid.
Having had the delay with the brakes, we realised Addis in one day from Lalibela woud be impossible, and so we broke the journey by overnighting in Kombolcha, where we found refuge at the Tempole Hotel, where a Man United Match was in full swing on TV, accompanied by a commentary in a rich Scottish accent.
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