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Horse house on the road. Horse and beauty.

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(The traveling journalist Enoch Seum traveled to Dega Damot. During his stay, he visited various areas. He will share what he saw on the horse and beauty on the horse house road with the general appearance of the land of Dega Damot. Happy reading.)

(Henoch Sum ~ Le Dre Tube)

I said goodbye to Dega Damot. There is no such thing as suffering. I smelled the air. What a beautiful place, my world has changed. Ethiopia, the country of mountains. Even if she isn't spitting money out of her mountains, she's breathing fresh air. 75% of the highlands are highlands. That's why the name Damot was used as Dega. Dega Damot is a district located in the West Gojam zone. The great mountain stretched out and ran its chain to the land where I am. I am not far away. Bahr Dar is 112 kilometers away from where I am. The capital city of my zone is Fnote Salam. It is 87 kilometers away from Fnote Salam. I am heading to the horse house from Taame Aba Kedt. I reached a special place. The entrance to Keke is through the rafters. A loud country lung, but also foreign to mountain tourism, but also less visited. The four arguments visible in the distance caught my attention. The height of Gojam tower of Ethiopia. I long for the day when I can harvest it and deliver it to you. The Amhara Environment and Forest Protection Authority, which has been making me proud for a few years now, has graciously protected Mount Choke as a protected area.

The lowest point of Choke Mountain is 1600 meters above sea level. This is the biggest mountain in another world. The peak of Choke is 4400 meters and is one of the oldest mountains in Ethiopia. Choke is a chain. The eastern part rests on the slopes of Mount Markos and extends to demarcate the districts of Bechna. North Keke is a warm land. I see four arguments which is the southwest part. The south has reached Damot, where I am. This is where I saw this. The vegetation of the highlands threatened the land. And the horses are seen here and there. Here's the angel earth I've been eyeing. I got to the horse's house. If the road was not being built, he would have cried blood. My heart burned for the oppressor who lived crying. My country "I miss you, I miss the way of the horse, like straw to go." He has been facing it. In this country, the producer has been given the back road to meet the market. One is Damot Street. I have arrived at the horse's house. It is one of the oldest cities of our country. Guyana hides many wonderful attractions. I will try to explore Damot. A lifetime for people of taste, a lifetime for full eco-tourism, for the highlands where you don't lose anything if you get old; Flatit, we will travel together to the plateau.