The Simien Mountains receded into the background as our truck negotiated a serpentine and potholed road north out of Debark and in the direction of Axum, our next destination, 280km but ten to twelve hours distant. We had managed to organize the truck pretty quickly on arriving in Debark - someone found us eating our meal, still euphoric from our success in getting through the Simien experience with wallets intact - and acted as a go-between between us and the driver. We got two berths in the front of a truck cab, along with the driver and two other random passengers squashed in with us somehow. The first part of that afternoon's journey was spectacular; although we had left the Simien national park, mountainous terrain still abounded, and the amazing vistas just kept coming as the truck crawled up and down countless breathtaking switchbacks. The driver crunched through the gears as the truck lurched dangerously close to the edge of the road; countless broken crash barriers and half-destroyed walls stood testament to the dangers of unwary driving in this area. This stretch of road, built by the Italians during their brief occupation, traverses several massive passes, including the Wolkefit Pass, which peaks at around 3000m,and takes in some of the most impressive scenery in Ethiopia. Our driver had prepared himself for the arduous journey by bringing a large sheaf of 'chat' to chew on - a mild stimulant which is something like the plant version of Red Bull - and he clung on to the steering wheel wide-eyed as he tapped his feet on the pedals to tinny Ethiopian pop. For about four hours, I was happily transfixed by the stunning scenery outside the window. As darkness began to fall, and I registered that my knees were seizing up, I asked the driver where we were, and to my dismay he pointed to an area on my map that indicated we were only just over half way to Axum.

The next four hours seemed endless, and the cramped cab became more and more irksome and uncomfortable. The road actually deteriorated, if that's possible, Eventually, the truck pulled up about 10pm in a town called Shire (appropriate name for this most provincial of areas, though disappointingly pronounced more like "Shearer"), and the driver announced we were stopping here for the night - our journey would continue at 5am the next morning. We were shown into the most flea-ridden of hotels which was acceptable to our travelling friends, but not to us - it lacked hot water and probably electricity, and we quickly decided we needed to upgrade to something better, following the previous two nights of extreme hardship. We made for the smartest hotel in town - which turned out to be the smartest hotel on the trip, a three star place that would be unaffordable anywhere else to the likes of us, but was only about 150 birr (seven pounds) each. We spent the rest of the evening luxuriating in fine style with cable TV, quality food and drink and nice comfortable beds with big fluffy pillows. It seemed paradise after the Simien mountains. Needless to say, we failed to make the 5am lift to Axum the next day; I surfaced about mid-morning the next day and spent about an hour in the bath, before lazing around for another several hours. The mountains had certainly taken it out of us; we were extremely lethargic and the mere effort of travelling the two hours to Axum seemed positively daunting. Eventually, we made it onto another crowded, sweaty, smelly bus which defied even my low expecatations by being slower and more unpleasant than anything previously experienced. The 'road' ceased all real pretensions of being a road at all, and just descended into being a regularly-used surface which happened to link two places together. As I bumped up and down on my backseat, catapulted into the air every few minutes as the bus crashed into yet another pothole, my backside started regretting me setting foot on the damn thing. There seems to be an unspoken law against opening windows on Ethiopian buses, which adds to the stifling discomfort of the whole experience, and when you do try to wedge a window open, you'll find that somebody will stubbornly slam it shut again instantly. As darkness fell, we finally pulled into Axum - three hours after leaving Shire. Tired, irritated and hungry after what should have been a routine journey, we made straight for the closest budget priced hotel - which turned out to be the not-that-imaginatively named Hotel Africa. It was ok; or at least it looked acceptable before sleeping on one of its bed-bug-ridden beds. At least it had a bar, and we made straight for it.

Axum is famed for its massive, teetering stellae, ruins of palaces and underground tombs, and is probably deservedly a world heritage site. The ancient memorial obelisks were erected in the 3rd and 4th centuries AD, when Aksum was the capital of an extensive empire, which dominated trade between Africa and Asia. The town is a major pilgrimage site for many Ethiopians, and curiously many believe that the ark of the covenant was laid to rest here in the Church of St Mary of Zion. Unfortunely, it is not possible to have a look at this, as it is zealously guarded by a carefully chosen and vigilant priest. Those few who have attempted to approach the ark uninvited are said to have burst into flames spontaneously. Truth or myth? Who knows in this crazy country. Neither would surprise me overly. We arrived in the midst of a major religious festival, and the atmosphere in the town was somewhat euphoric as kids roamed the streets banging drums, singing and chanting and generally bothering anyone vaguely foreign looking for money and gifts. We had settled into an evening of cards and St.George beer in our rather disappointing hotel restaurant to escape the madness, only to be attacked by a group who spotted Harry unwisely peering out of the doorway at them. A group of at least twenty kids sang and danced in somewhat of a frenzy around our table while we looked on in bemusement; they were not very content with the handful of birr we gave them, but they were soon shooed out to go and bother someone else. We pretty much gave up on a night out in such circumstances, plumping instead for a decent meal in the Remhai Hotel, one of the town's finest. The only disappointment was a lack of butter to go with the bread - apparently "the butter purchaser" had not been recently, whatever that meant. Still, they served more than a passable lasagne and onion soup. By this point I had unfortunately pretty much given up on Ethiopian food - most unlike me to be so unadventurous where food is concerned - but in all honesty I'd just had too many poor, unimaginative dishes of indeterminate flavour served up with the tasteless floor cloth that is injera, and so was happy to just eat Italian food every night - most of which was fine.

On arriving at the site of the Stellae field the next day, I was mildly disappointed. It was a bit like going to a Miss World Contest where the stars of the show come onto the stage on crutches and limp around for a few minutes looking a bit decrepid and past it. If you can imagine a smallish field with a few admittedly impressive structures, around 30m high, with the rest either crumbling and horizontal or else supported by cranes and reinforcing concrete, then you have Axum. You look around for a while, trying to be suitably impressed, but in all honesty it's hard to be. The place is somewhat underwhelming when you really want it to blow you away with its majesty and awe-inspiringness, and it sends you away feeling there could be more to it, it could be better presented, somehow cared for in a way that doesn't destroy utterly its visual appeal. Saying that of course, many tourists will come and get a different impression, go away and rave about it to their friends. The fact is that here they have the largest obelisks in the world; the biggest is believed to have been transported from a quarry 4km away, it weighed over 500 tons and fell as it was erected in the 6th century, many say causing the downfall of the Aksumite civilization. Such a weight of history is bound to influence and impress people, but somehow it didn't impress me that much. Seeing the Stellae Field the following morning however, as the carnival reached its apogee, was a different matter. Crowds of believers swarmed around the edges of the field as priests inside conducted an open-air service to all and sundry. I climbed up a hill above the park to get a better view and some prime shots; even up there it was hard to escape the crowds (and of course the beggars). What impressed me most about the whole event was the sheer religious fervour which seemed to take hold - something I had observed time and again during my two months in Ethiopia, especially on one of the (many) religious days that occur there.

The rest of my time in Axum was a time of relaxation. I spent most of that Sunday by the outdoor pool at the Remhai Hotel; the first really relaxing thing I'd done since wallowing in the heated pools of the Hilton in Addis. The sun was pretty intense here, and after a few hours in the sun, despite it being only about 25 degrees or so, my skin was bright red. I went inside to watch Arsenal on TV - I followed the throngs, since pretty much everyone in this country follows the team for some reason. It's quite funny watching a football match in Ethiopia. Generally you get a big screen at the front of a large room which has rows of chairs lined up in front of it, and which you have to pay about 10 birr (50p) to watch. No alcohol is consumed or cigarettes smoked; Ethiopians are, it seems, a nation of health freaks. Instead, people just sit and watch the screen in silence, fixated on the action and in absolute concentration - until a goal goes in and the place either erupts in cheers or shouts of anger. This is the atmosphere I watched the game in for half an hour before finding it all a bit too weird and wandering off to find an internet cafe. The next stop was to be the rock-hewn churches of Tigray, and I wanted to try and find some information on it. Axum had been a great place to stop and relax, but once you've seen the stellae field and a few of the surrounding tombs, there isn't a great deal more to do and see, so we were to hit that bumpy road again the next day - far too soon for my backside's liking..