Amir Cultural Harari Guesthouse
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Travel Blogs from Harar
... made it to our hotel compound! We opened the front gate and were confronted by a startled hyena. He had had nowhere to go and was trapped inside the hotel compound, when we entered he was a metre from the gate, luckily our presence and noise scared him off! Eager to get inside we begun slamming on the entrance door asking impatiently to get in!
That night the hyenas laughed as they cleaned the streets, this was our first sleepless night in wild Africa!
... at the same time. Definitely glad I did it but don't think I need to do it again.
The following morning Hailo took us on a tour of the markets such as the spice market, the recycling market and the illegal black market (which was way overhyped, it was just goods like clothes and electronics that were smuggled in from Somalia). It was then back to the airport via minibus and back to Addis Ababa.
It was a ...
... we see a car parked with its lights on and a crowd of 8 to 10 people looking intently at a man and some large animals. It is true, the "hyena man" is here and it looks like we can brave the exposure to these carnivores to take our turn in this ritual.
We had told the kids in advance that we hoped to be able to feed the hyenas tonight. So…Ross is the first to speak…"Hey, where is the fence? You don't feed raw meat to wild ...
... The busses here are always stopping to pick up passengers and just a few kilometers outside of town we stopped for a man with two sheep. He was going to the market. One sheep was stuffed into the back of the van. To our disbelief, the other sheep was hoisted, with much effort, onto the top of the minibus. For the next 30 minutes we drove listening to one sheep bleating loudly in the back while the feet of the sheep on the roof slipped around. It ...
... the little roads and Harari houses, watching the people strawling the streets with their donkeys and goats.
Chat is part of the Harari culture, it's called the capital of chat and indeed the stuff is everywhere and the women sell it in plastic bags on the street side. I got to know two Harari guys, Achmed and Diba that showed me the aunties house/shop and the Muslim market.
At the Muslim market they sell also camel meat which is ...
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