In Ethiopia, there are too many beautiful views. Every time I go through a village, I suddenly get to see a large group of children chasing the car. Most of them have beautiful and pure eyes. The pupils are clean and clean like a clear lake without the dust. The obsidian is so bright and involuntary. The earth will fall into the eyes of the pair of swirls. Coming to the town's bazaar is a relatively complete market. People trade grain and cattle and sheep here, and vegetables, eggs, and fruits are not sold on the scales but are sold in piles. In addition, there are various handicrafts, animal skins, pottery, farm tools and a variety of interesting accessories and shoes.