We left before day break. We were offered a free ride from Gonder to Bahir Dar. The caveat? We left at 5am when the city would still be sleeping, or so we thought. As we made our away out of the city we passed dozens of people, slowly meandering in the same direction, all of them cloaked by white blankets-the same sort priests in Lalibela wore. They were going to church at this absurd hour. And to think, the torture I felt by having to go to church at 9am when I was a child! They seemed solemn to me, or perhaps it was just the warm dim lights of the street lamps just barely illuminating their figures. Or perhaps, like us, it was too early to function properly. As we made our way along the road, passing various villages the white robed people continued their walk, changing direction based on which village church they were headed towards.