Finally, we reached a tiny town which seemed to me to be in the middle of nowhere. We picked up a man wearing a wrap around skirt a dress shirt and a Mossimo belt, with a cellphone in his pocket. He was a collegue of A.'s adn the area supervisor for the distribution of goat feed to the pastoralists in four locations. He would show us to where the Afar pastoralists were. So we drove for a few more hours. Soon we arrived at a cluster of shacks, where the storeroom for the goat feed was. There two more men men with bushy beards and wrap around skirts joined us, speaking only Afaric. A. was now translating 3 languages. Just when I though we could go no further into the end of the earth, the pastoralists guided us off road, and then onto a camel path. We drove about 5 miles an hour. The Cr's son commented on the 6 anti-aircraft tanks in a row but we could see the goats ahead adn were urged by our Afar friends to keep going. Reaching the 20 or so goats, was quite anti-climatic. We weren't sure if these were the goats which were fed the special goat feed, adn there was no one to talk to about the measureable results the CR was after. Obviously that the goats were alive, though the time of severe drought in the region said something but we needed more information. The Afar men with us said they would guide us to the homes of osme of the goat owners. No sooner had we started in that direction, when we were approached by Ethiopian military men. Apparently we were in a military controlled zone within 15 kilometers of the Eritrean boarder. No one was to go in-or OUT- of that zone. Our Afar companions protested, stating that since they have the legal right to cross the boarders freely, they should be able to bring us through as well. A. showed the guard his identification that proved he was with our partner organization that works with the Afar. Everyone got out the car and was shouting in differnt languages. The guard leaned in to tell us English-speakers, in English, that he could've shot us. We weren't suppose to be in the military zone and we weren't allowed out of it, back into Ethiopia. We were effectively no where. (This reminded me of being in a similar black hole on the boarders of Costa Rica nd Panama). The supervisor arrived and they decided they couldn't keep us forever, so they eventually let us go. We were prisoners for 10 minutes or so.