Updated: Mar 31, 2019
Getting to Tigray
The area to the far north of Ethiopia, alongside the disputed border of Eritrea, is the ancient state of Tigray. Wild, mountainous, arid land which presents the traveller with a stark and barren view of Ethiopia, it is arresting scenery: probably more what you would imagine as 'typical' Ethiopian scenery if you haven't been there before. We had joined a group of travellers to do a two day trip around the so-called rock-hewn churches of northern Tigray. I'd decided to bite the bullet and do an organized trip, not something I do lightly, (a) because the churches of Tigray are widely-scattered and hard to get to on your own, if not impossible, and (b) because I'd scrimped and saved so much so far I felt I deserved it. Also, what we were doing hardly qualified as mass tourism, and money was most definitely going to locals this way anyway, albeit enterprising locals who could afford a jeep and small business. For here, in this remote region, lie around 120 ancient monasteries and churches, some free-standing, some semi-monolithic and many just carved directly out of the rocks and cliffs that surround them.
All they have in common is that they are surrounded by dry, rocky, sparsely populated landscapes. Very little is known about their origins; only that they date from between the 9th and 15th centuries, and were probably built in such remote areas so as to protect themselves from raiding Muslims. Ethiopia, in fact, has some claim to being one of the oldest and first-converted Christian countries in the world, not far behind Georgia and Armenia. Some of these religious sites are found in clusters, others are so remote that you have to prepare for a long trek from the point where driving becomes impossible up steep mountains and occasionally heart-stoppingly tricky sheer rock faces. We were prepared for it though; we had been to the Simiens after all. What could be worse than that? The group we went with comprised a middle-aged Italian couple, the guy a muscular ex-P.E teacher, an incredibly cheerful and friendly German couple who had taken a year out of their lives to do a world trip ; an English guy called James travelling solo; and me and Harry. Quite an eclectic group. Our bus left Aksum at the normal 6am after some customary haggling about money with a couple of persistent locals who had hoisted our bags onto the roof of the bus. After a couple of stiff cappucinos, I was awake and ready to go. The trip from Axum over the mountains to Adigrat was stunningly pretty, and for once, done in the comfort of a private bus without someone's armpit in my face - and on good fast roads, too.
It was particularly memorable for seeing perhaps the most crowded vehicle I'd ever seen - a truck which had so many people travelling in it that they were clinging on to the back and sides of it. I took a picture of it from the bus, and the amazing thing is that everyone in it smiling and waving to me - the Ethiopians have an amazingly cheerful outlook sometimes, and a tolerance for discomfort which is hugely impressive. Adigrat is a town which has probably suffered as much as anywhere in Ethiopia over recent times; before the conflict with Eritrea, it was an important border town which also happens to enjoy a great setting in a bowl surrounded by high brooding mountains. Today, it's a rather unimportant place with little to delay the tourist; a backwater waiting for tensions with its northern neighbour to ease. The strong U.N presence in the town suggested that this day may be some way off yet though. It's a shame, since overland travel to Eritrea would have been extremely appealing - the opportunity to travel through these fantastic mountains and arrive in the Italian-influenced capital of Asmara before heading down to some undiscovered spot on the southern Red Sea coast would have made this trip truly unforgettable. As it was, it was turning out to be pretty superb anyway, the huge amount of discomfort we often had to put up with notwithstanding.
Ful if you think it's over
After a quick breakfast of 'ful' (spicy beans with sauce) and scrambled egg with a large latte, we headed off south (having reached the northern-most point of the trip) and towards the first church of the day. There are over 120 churches in total in the Tigray area, scattrered over a massive area; you could spend a week here and not see them all. If you've got a couple of days, choose wisely, try not to see too much, or do as we did - put your trust in your knowledgable guides and let them lead you to what they think you'll like. In some cases, this tactic is necessary, and this was definitely one of those times. Of course, it took much longer than anticipated to get where we wanted along a bumpy track but after several kilometres, we came to the Church of Petros and Paulos. Set high up a cliff and commanding fantastic views of the surrounding countryside, it was impressive enough. Only partly hewn, and constructed of wood, stone and mortar around a steep ledge, it also contained some delightful though rapidly deteriorating murals. Our experience here was somewhat spoilt by the obligatory gangs of children begging for money, and also by the guy who let us in to the place who was demanding birr for every picture we took - hugely annoying. The next church we visited was equally impressive. After about another hour's drive, we came to a small hill which involved a simple twenty minute ascent. Named Medhane Alem, this roughly-hewn church was highly impressive. Looking for all the world as if it had grown naturally with the rest of the hillside it was carved from, it boasted an inner rock-hewn section and again some fine wall murals. The view was pretty good as well.
Stephan, the normally cheerful German, lost his rag a bit with the priest for charging us 50 birr ($3) for getting into the church. Granted, the Germans were on a round-the-world trip, but even I wasn't really too worried about this fee - it seemed a bit churlish to argue. I was bothered about being asked for money for every other little thing though, such as kids looking after our shoes when we were in the churches or being pointed back down the hill to our bus. It all gets a bit tedious after a while. The last church of the day was Chirkos, in Wukro, the easiest of all to access but that shouldn't detract from it. Though it was a bit of a hybrid, built out of bricks and carved out of a huge sandstone rock, it is said to be the oldest of the churches in Tigray (pre-10000), and contains some stunning murals inside.
Hike to Abuna Yemata Guh
We stopped for the night in a very pink hotel in a place called Wukro, a place that defines the term 'one-horse town', but we found a restaurant to get fed and watered which was pretty acceptable, and by about 8pm I was pretty sloshed; an early night was had which was a good thing. I'd need the energy the next day. The ascent to Abuna Yemata Guh is, to begin with at least, not all that taxing, though spectacular. It's probably the most remote of all the churches in the region, and we had to spend an hour or so going down a bumpy and deserted track to get to the point where we started to walk, near a little village called Megab. We hiked in pretty hot conditions for about 45 minutes uphill, surrounded by flies and also by a large crowd of locals who trailed behind us up the path, obviously with the hope of some cash handouts. There were far more than usual here though, which made me suspect that there would be more need for assistance at this particular church.
Suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later when, on reaching an oak tree which commanded great views of the region, we were informed that this is the point where some locals coming to the church stop and pray because of the difficulty of getting up the next section. I looked up; a trail seemed to lead up a few hundred metres to a sheer rock face. How we were to get up that without ladders and climbing equipment, I wasn't sure. On reaching this bare ten metre rock face a few minutes later, it became clear - you have to climb up it, preferably barefoot, in order to get a better toe-hold in the rock, and just hope for the best. The locals were there to show us where to put our fingers and toes when ascending it, but they weren't providing any safety nets. I had a rather sickly feeling in my stomach, and watched the rest of the group go up the face without much problem. On attempting it for the first time however, I just froze half way up an