As per our choice, Yared Mulugeta demonstrated that he is an unparalleled organizer. From time to time, he has become a precious guide, a trilingual interpreter at least, very efficient, always attentive, too concerned to make our stay an unforgettable one. He has mastered adapting himself to and profiting from arising opportunities. He has given to our trip a very particular originality which contrasts with the offers of other voyagists, without hesitating to modify the time table so as to enable us participate on such and such ceremonies or visit the residents. He has succeeded to transmit his love for his country and his countrymen to us too. To say few about our expedition to the Danakil, cautious drivers who not only understand their profession well but also participated as good trekkers, an unmatched chef … What to say of the “bead” on an Ethiopian cake, the Dallol, its formation and colours! What can we say about our military escorts and the Afar police who mastered well how to be ignored and who stretched their helping hands during our ascension to the Erta Ale volcano! Very good local guides who narrate you the history of Ethiopia and its future! Escorts giving attention to minor things, such guardian angels allowing you to climb the steps at Abuna Yemata without any danger! The bus driver of our next trip, turn by turn a driver, a waiter, a medical standby, a musician artist and at the same time a comedian, was at disposal as a true Ethiopian. Breathtaking landscapes with the effect that one is obliged to think him/herself at Paradise! The Semien Mountains Park and the perspective from its 3260m height! What to say of Axum, Gondar, Tana and the second bead Lalibela! The logistics perfectly matches with the hotels, the restaurants ranging from small bar to super establishment where meal ends in fanfares with songs and dances. A detour within a tavern where tej (hydromel) is served and the local consumers turn it into cabaret. Comedy related to war events, then invitation to dance for ferenji to the music of tramped bidons used as tambour. All this ends with a farewell meal plus its traditional dances and great friendship which ties us to Yared and to all members of his army. Wish takes a day, and the southern peoples? We must come back … Yes, but that must be with Yared and his army.