It would be costly, but I could see no other way of getting out. I asked another gendarme. You only hope message received. The sun was crossing toward the horizon. It was built from mud in the 1500's.
Many Islamic pilgrims visit it every year.
But there's also a tiny Christian church, which virtually no one visits. Look it up if you get the chance. The youngsters were willing to help, though they were obviously confused about what I was looking for. Several times elderly men and women scolded them harshly as we passed, but they per- sisted. Finally we arrived, not at the church, but at the open door way of a tiny mud-brick house.