Incredibly so, MK. I don’t think most folks would want to hang out in one of these markets for long. It’s not just that the fish smell is pretty intense ( it is, gah) but that the stares, the obvious curiosity, often outright hatred is a lesson in what intimidation feels like. My White skin here is nothing but a symbol. An Ethiopian boy spat through my window at me in Lalibela- had nothing to do with me, but what my White skin represented. HIs world is being pulled out from under him and his pastoral lands turned into luxury hotels where he’s going to be shooed off like an errant dog. I get it. I really, really get it. This is why I travel, not the only reason, but a very big one.