Minivan Corn

During a 30 second stop on the trip from Bahir Dar to Gondar in a very tiny town, Nestanet's wife cracked open the back window of the van to buy a piece of grilled corn. About 6 or 7 children's hands immediately pushed their way into the tiny opening, all placing their corn into the window, vying for their chance to sell a piece.

The corn? In general, grilled so long that it was chewy enough to make my jaw sore from only eating 1/3 of a whole ear of corn.