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Travel Blogs from Addis Ababa
... then headed to bed early.
On my last day in Addis I wanted to do a little more sightseeing- there's a museum with a cast of Lucy in it, plus Mercato, the crazy insane busy wonderful market.
I started heading towards the museum, and, like every single time I go out anywhere in Ethiopia, a man started walking with me.
This man was Thomas, a 29 year old DJ from a small village outside of Awassa.
We chatted while we walked for ...
... the only fruit available at this time of year appears to be bananas and papaya. The market was colourful and vibrant, and one of the more interesting markets we have been to. Many of the women wear their hair tightly braided, and their attire a variety of long dresses, shawls and scarves. A lot of the men have a large blanket wrapped around them, even when it is hot. For religious festivals many are dressed in white from head to foot. ...
... its first appearance, all extra locks were put in place and valuables became our third limbs!
This paranoia was for good reason, the first travellers we met had her cell phone stolen from her zipped pant pocket, and expats repeatedly warned us to keep valuables close, as even they have been targets of petty theft from street kids.
Day One: The Plan
Travel 2 km to ...
... were no replacements available. Now I am told even if the bulbs were
available the whole set up is dead.
Instead light is gleaned from a small portable unit. It has only 3 lights but was donated by
the Turkish government. There are
no sterile covers that fit it so the surgeon is unable to direct it where
he/she is operating and reliant on the circulating nurse. It is a vast improvement on
the set up from my ...
... at the gate, and the poor attendant just shrugged and stepped aside.
The countryside was really spectacular out the window. Looked like you were flying over a huge sandpit - sand as far as the eye could see, and no other hills or features to break it up, except for occasional black pencil lines drawn across the desert. Yep, out in the middle of nowhere there's some highways. Who's the poor guy that has to get out there and sweep them clear every day? Hundreds of miles ...