Actually yes, I have the smell of the Addis Ababa landfill seared permanently into my brain... And I smell it by recall.
And I've been to the leper colony and bought baskets woven by people who have lost all their fingers to the disease - exhibiting a craftsmanship that is extraordinary for even the able-bodied.
I loves in the poorest district of Addis where the people fasted Wednesday and Friday, such that restaurants wouldn't keep foods we abstain from on the menu because it'd be a profit loss.
However, in the extreme poverty are people better than most of us. In Ethiopia you don't crash a wedding, the wedding crashes you. You walk down the street minding your own business when a random wedding comes along and drags you into the festivities as the people in the streets are brought in among the guests.
In all my travels I have been with no people more hospitable.
I have also climbed mountains, put my life into the hands of God along steep cliffs, to visit ancient churches carved into stone. I have seen volcanic cores stretch out like lone columns into the sky and the Great Rift Valley. I have explored the castles of Gondor. I have swum in Lagano and Babagayo. I have listened to a traveling bard while sailing across "Lake Tanya to see the monasteries of this Mt. Athos of Ethiopia " I have visited where Menelik II kept his palace and where the British began their diplomacy with them. I have seen the weapons Haile Sellassies has held. I have eaten fresh mango and tasted of pure white honey of wildflowers that only grow at 8000 elevation. I have drank Tege, their mead underneath a fig tree large enough to have a full bar at it's base. I knew one of the men who introduced modern medicine to Ethiopia, who has to take care of his friends who were castrated by pagans on the border of Kenya. I have seen an Abyssinian lion whose paws are bigger than my head while on safari.
And I know of know other place where so many people hold their faith so dear and sincerely.