Queen of Sheba Hotel
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... for contact information, where I was going, how long I’d been in country, if I’d been in an area where there was Ebola, if I’d been around people who had Ebola and it had a long check-list of symptoms: head-ache, fever, nausea, vomiting, and so on.
Having completed the form I returned to the line and waited to turn it in. As I did so, the nurse picked up a pistol-like devise and shot me in the forehead. It was a laser that could measure temperature ...
... a little kid and even
better I saw a Crocodile!!!!! I don’t really know how to describe why but I
just realized how amazing my life is and how grateful I should be. Even better
we had lunch on top of the falls in this beautiful looking lodge. After the
falls it was off to the hot springs . Which was a good hours drive in the bed
of a truck in the burning sun needless to say my head got a little burnt but at
least I ...
... are run down. Hearing about bedbugs from my neighbor I knew I was gonna spend the night in my sleeping bag. Anyways...I caught some good sleep and think I am extending my stay at this place for another night. Scared it could get worse. Lucky me, no bedbug bites so far. As a solo traveler, I was feeling kinda lost in the beginning although I instantly got to know my neighboring travelers, but once out in the street you are not a solo traveler anymore. Ethiopian people ...
... enough and explained that while I had really enjoyed an insight into the culture, which there's no doubt I wouldn't have had without them, I also enjoyed my independence and wanted to maintain complete autonomy over my trip. Although I'm sure I didn't articulate it exactly like that, the general message was understood.
Jimmy insisted that I take his necklace with a wooden cross, I argued that he shouldn't give it away as he had said it was from his grandfather but he ...
... the routine is. Here, well think of a room of duds equal to America's worst, who don't know what a tune or a microphone is, or even that they need to look at the camera. Stage hands were turning people around mid performance. Not many could sing, so mostly they just stood and jiggled. The judges sat behind a kitchen table, with a badly draped orange sheet on it, and talked into a microphone that crackled. Wonder if Simon Cowell knows about it? I'm really liking Ethiopia. It's a ...