Bussing through Zambia from Livingstone to Lilongwe, Malawi via Lusaka.
Disclaimer: We arrived in Lusaka by bus at 9 pm and then left by bus at 5:30 am the next day.
First Impression: The bus station is an intense jumble of humanity and I would definitely try to avoid it in the future.
Where I stayed: Lusaka Backpackers, clean, basic, nice bar and outside area, no food service though which sucked for us as we had not eaten much that day on the bus. Would have stayed longer but sadly we had to catch the bus the next day or be stuck on a minibus to Malawi.
What to wear: comfortable bus travel clothing
What I did: n/a
- People at the Lusaka bus station will randomly come up and try to sell you tickets but they are fake. Only buy a ticket from a booth/stall/cabin. We had a horrible time finding the company we were looking for but there is a Reception desk in the middle of the chaos and they will help you there.
- We took Kobs Bus Service which as far as we could tell, was the only bus service that goes through the border to Lusaka. Book your ticket before, it was full, we just squeezed in.
Off the beaten path: n/a
Last Impression/Wishes for “next time”: Just wish we had had time to explore Lusaka.
Our bus broke down on the way from Victoria Falls so we were several hours late arriving.We did find that busing through Zambia is horribly uncomfortable. We bussed from Livingstone, where we waited in a hot, dusty bus lot, covered in flies for over an hour and the only toilet to be found was in a foul bar with one of the nastiest bathrooms I have yet to experience. We then broke down and waited in a very Christian town for several hours for the next bus to come. It matters that it was very Christian as they did not serve us beer at the restaurant and they blasted extremely bad gospel music the whole time. We got stuck in hellish traffic coming into Lusaka, all the while stuck on an overcrowded bus with the back of the seat in front of me a mere few centimetres from my face. The bus station in Lusaka was a total nightmare, people following us everywhere, no order to it whatsoever. The next day, other than in small town stops, we couldn’t get off the bus unless we wanted to be followed and harassed to no end. The bus itself was a steamy mass of people and things and the seats were half broken, I had a piece of metal sticking into my thigh for about 10 hours.
Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe
First Impression: So quaint and clean, a perfect little tourist town.
Where I stayed: Shoe String Backpackers. Honestly kind of dirty and basic, they charge extra for wifi and the mosquitoes are a nightmare. The food was quite good though, especially the breakfast porridge and the garden area is lined with artisans making and selling their goods. It’s also basically the only nightlife in town so depending on how you feel about music till midnight you’ll love it or hate it. Despite the cleanliness factor we had a great time here.
What to wear: I wore leggings, a tank top and sneakers to go around Victoria Falls, its quite warm and you will get wet from the mist so clothes that dry fast is ideal. At night, cover your skin because the mosquito repellant did nothing to dissuade them from eating the back of my legs.
What I did: Wandered around town, went market shopping, saw Vic Falls (obviously), ate sadza and also a watermelon feta salad at Shearwater Café. Live music at Shearwater in the evening, drank many Castle lagers at Shoe Strings.
- Don’t walk around with visible bananas as the baboons will come after you. If they do though just stop and yell at them waving your hands like a mad man (at least that’s what the taxi driver did when the baboon tried to get my friend’s bananas.
- Cover all your skin and bring DEET because none of the mosquito repellant we had did anything. (We were there in December).
- If crossing the border into Zambia, give yourself extra time because it took us approximately 2 hours to clear customs and walk across the bridge, etc…
Off the beaten path: It’s a bit too small and touristy for that
Last Impression/Wishes for “next time”: I should have ziplined-I’m too chicken to bungee jump but that’s also a thing to do there.
First Impression: So green, but the city definitely had a depression era vibe, especially surrounding the banks. Otherwise quite orderly and well kept.
Where I stayed: It’s a Small World Backpackers Hostel. We stayed in the large dorm. They have a lovely garden area which is perfect for a few Castle lagers and journaling. Everything was clean and the owner was very friendly and helpful.
What to wear:Light fabric, comfortable walking shoes and clothes. I wore the same outfit (leggings, camisole, cardigan and sandals for 2 days even out dancing-I’m not bragging it was just that laid back).
- Bring enough USD cash to get you through all of Zimbabwe because they have a cash shortage and it can be difficult to get money from an atm/bank.
- Make sure any Zim dollars you get back, you spend before leaving because they are worthless and usually grimy and crumpled so they cannot be exchanged outside the country.
- Do not take pictures of any official looking government building or site, cross the street if you see machine gun guards as you are not allowed to be on that side of the street (they are guarding a government building or politician’s home).
- Ask a taxi to wait for you or to come back at a specific time to the Botanical gardens or you will spend some time walking to a main road trying to flag down a cab.
Off the beaten path: The Botanical Gardens
Last Impression/Wishes for “next time”: See the Shona Sculpture Gallery, see the surrounding area of Harare and visit the Museum of Human Sciences.
Goma, and The Virunga, Democratic Republic of the Congo (Congo-Kinshasa)
First Impression: Well it’s the Congo so my first impression was definitely mired by the country’s reputation but once I took off the grey tinted glasses, I saw a vibrant city that is still being rebuilt from the 2001 Nyiragongo eruption. All over town there is evidence of the volcanic rock that streamed through the city, people have rebuilt homes and walls out of the rock so the city has this very depression era, gritty coal mining town feel just simply because of the blackness of the rock.
Where I stayed: Caritas Guesthouse, feels like a throwback to another era. The rooms were basic but it was considerably cheaper than staying in the Virunga and we had the added benefit of being able to explore Goma’s culinary scene. The food was not great at Caritas but we enjoyed sitting outside drinking coffee next to Lac Kivu.
What to wear:Around Goma just cover your knees and dress casually, no fancy jewelry, flashy clothes or tech. For Gorilla tracking you must wear long pants and socks (tuck your pants into your socks to avoid red ants getting into your business). Camisole or t-shirt is fine as it’s hot and a hat would be a good idea. For the Nyiragongo trek bring layers-for the climb: hiking pants or leggings, hiking boots (the lava rocks roll and poke through regular trainers-my friend was in pain), t-shirt or camisole for the bottom half with a long sleeved shirt wrapped around my waist for the top part. Once at the top, gloves, warm hat, sweater and wind proof jacket, extra layer of pants (leggings), warm socks. A pocket rain poncho would also be wise as it did rain a bit which is not uncommon.
What I did: Nyiragongo Volcano Trek, Gorilla Tracking in the Virunga, eat local Congolese food, drink a Primus, have a coffee next to Lac Kivu, have a drink and food at Nyumbuni Lounge.
- Don’t wander after dark, get a taxi to and from your hotel but during the day was completely fine and people were lovely.
- Don’t take photos of anything in town unless you’re with your guide.
- Read up on the recent history of the region and delve deeper into colonial history if you can because you cannot truly appreciate the Virunga and Congo life unless you understand what people have been through.
- If coming overland from Rwanda I recommend hiring Amahoro Tours, a Rwanda based company that facilitates everything including your DRC Visa and transfer from Kigali. You get the added bonus of driving through Rwanda’s absolutely awe-inspiring countryside.
Off the beaten path: Eat at Magali Fan Club.
Last Impression/Wishes for “next time”:
I would have liked to have gone Market Shopping and gone out dancing to Congolese music but we had very early mornings and not a lot of time otherwise. I have always wanted to explore the Congo but sadly, until the country becomes more stable, it really is a fool’s errand to delve much deeper than Goma and the Virunga or Kinshasa.
***Recently (May 2018) 2 tourists were kidnapped in the Virunga en route to trek Nyiragongo; their guide was also taken and the ranger accompanying them was killed, thus the Virunga has been shut to tourists until further notice.
I think Travel and Books are two peas in a pod and lately because all I seem to do is write about travel, I’ve also mainly only been reading about travel. The following is an incomplete list of books that I have read about travel and a short list of books that I would like to read.
|Bad Lands by Tony Wheeler||Afghanistan, Albania, Burma, Cuba, Iran, Iraq, Libya, North Korea, Saudi Arabia|
|Blood River by Tim Butcher||Congo|
|Crazy River by Richard Grant||Tanzania, Rwanda, Burundi|
|Dark Lands by Tony Wheeler||Colombia, D.R. Congo, Haiti, Israel/Palestine, Nauru, Pakistan, Papua New Guinea, and Zimbabwe.|
|Dark Star Safari by Paul Theroux||Egypt, Sudan, Ethiopia, Kenya, Uganda, Tanzania, Malawi, Mozambique, South Africa|
|Getting Stoned With Savages by J.Maarten Troost||Fiji, Vanuatu|
|Head Hunters on my Doorstep by J.Maarten Troost||South Pacific|
|Last Train to Zona Verde by Paul Theroux||South Africa, Namibia, Angola|
|Lost on Planet China by J.Maarten Troost||China|
|Love with a Chance of Drowning by Torre DeRoches||Mexico, South Pacific|
|No Touch Monkey by Ayun Halliday||Romania, Vietnam, India, France, etc…|
|Smile When You’re Lying by Chuck Thompson||All Around he World|
|The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner||Netherlands, Iceland, Bhutan, Switzerland, Moldova, India, Qatar|
|The Good Girl’s Guide to Getting Lost by Rachel Friedman||Ireland, Australia, Sout America|
|The Lost Girls by Jennifer Bagget, Holly C Corrett, Amanda Pressner||South America, Kenya, India, SE Asia, Australia, New Zealand|
|The Ridiculous Race by Steve Hely, Vali Chandrasekaran||Around the World|
|The Sex Lives of Cannibals by J.Maarten Troost||Kiribati|
|The Worrier’s Guide to Getting Lost by Torre DeRoches||Italy, India|
|To Hell Holes and Back by Chuck Thompson||DR Congo, India, Mexico, Disneyland|
|Turn Right at Machu Picchu by Mark Adams||Peru|
|Wanderlust by Elizabeth Eaves||All Around the World|
|What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding by Kristin Newman||All Around the World|
|On the Road by Jack Kerouac||USA|
|Ghost Train to the Eastern Star by Paul Theroux||Europe-Asia|
|The Worrier’s Guide to the End of the World by Torre DeRoche||Italy, India|
|The Great Railway Bazaar by Paul Theroux||Europe-Asia|
|The Fear by Peter Goodwin||Zimbabwe|
|The Geography of Genius by Eric Weiner||various|
|On My List|
|The Turk Who Loved Apples by Matt Gross|
|A Rotten Person Travels the Caribbean by Gary Buslik|
|Out of Sheer Rage by Geoff Dyer|
|The Lost Continent by Bill Bryson|
|Vroom With A View-Peter Moore|
Comment or send a message if you have a suggestion for a good travel read.
Tangier, Morocco (by ferry from Tarifa, Spain)
First Impression: Reminded me of Stone Town, Zanzibar. The Medina area is a bit overwhelming at first, especially after dark but after a day it generally felt safe and a bit easier to navigate.
What to wear: Conservative but loose and light material because it is hot and humid in the summer!
What I did: Meander the Medina and Casbah, find Ibn Battuta’s Tomb, head to the American Legation Museum and Grand Mosque. Drink Coffee or Mint Tea at one of the café’s in the Medina, hang out at Grand Socco and haggle for leather goods. Go to La Grotte d’Hercule. (Hercules Caves). Head to the bar made famous by Jack Kerouac, The Tangerinn, it’s definitely become more upscale since Kerouac’s days which was disappointing.
Where I stayed: The Medina Hostel, so hard to find but worth it because you are in the middle of the Medina in a no car zone. There is a rooftop terrasse where we brought our own wine and watched the sun go down, chatting with other hostel people until the wee hours. The place was definitely bare bones and needed a face lift when we were there (July 2016)but I just looked it up to confirm the name and through the photos, it definitely appears to have gotten a face lift.
- Be wary of men offering taxi rides inside the ferry terminal as the price will be higher. Just say no thank you, someone is picking you up and walk away. Hail a cab on the street.
- Do print a map if you are staying in the Medina and try to arrive during the day because it is a bit overwhelming at night.
- If short on time, hire a guide or do a walking tour of the Medina/Casbah area. It was very humid and it would have been a long, sweaty affair if we hadn’t had a local guide; they also know the best places to eat.
Off the beaten path: After La Grotte D’Hercule head to Plage Sol. From what we could tell, it was mostly local people enjoying a day in the sun.
Last Impression/Wishes for “next time”: “Next time” I would definitely take a trip to Chefchouen because it’s not far from Tangier but we did not do any research before going.
*This guide is strictly from my experience, none of the links are affiliates, I do not benefit monetarily from this guide.
Addis Ababa and The Blue Nile Valley, Ethiopia:
First Impression:Guarded people, not overtly helpful or friendly but polite. Addis Ababa is going through a transition from a patchwork city to an urban center. Tourism infrastructure is basic although I hear things have changed over the last 3 years.
What to wear: Err on the side of conservatism, pants, and long sleeves, no cleavage, head scarf for religious sites. Closed toed shoes for both city and valley. I wore soft sole doc marten boots everywhere. The weather around Addis Ababa is cool, so conservative dress won’t be uncomfortable. In the evening I wore a wind proof jacket and jeans, as it does get chilly.
Where I stayed:Edna Addis Hotel. Basic, Cheap, Clean. Location wise not too bad but not the most convenient. Excellent porridge and coffee, nice little roadside terrace for an afternoon beer and place to journal or sketch.
- Bole Avenue might be the best and most convenient area to stay in from what I’ve heard.
- People getting into your taxi randomly is not uncommon so don’t worry.
- Do keep your valuables stored safely in your bag and keep your bag close.
- Try to exchange money into Birr notes before arriving in country but if you can’t then bring USD for your airport taxi, it will also be easier to exchange later.
Coffee was banned in Ethiopia from approximately the 12thto the 19thCentury by the Orthodox Christian Church. Ethiopia is credited with the discovery of the coffee bean but it was the Yemeni who popularised it as a drink.
Last Impression/Wishes for “next time”:
While Addis Ababa wasn’t my favourite place to travel; I probably would have had more fun if I was with a friend or two; I loved the day I spent in The Blue Nile Valley.
I definitely needed to buy more Tomoca coffee to bring home, and after reading Paul Theroux’s book ‘Dark Star Safari’ I wish I had hunted down some antique shops.
Next time I would travel to Lalibela, Erta Ale, Gondar, etc…
*This guide is strictly from my experience, none of the links are affiliates, I do not benefit monetarily from this guide.
With no idea what to expect, I arrived at Addis Ababa airport around 4/5am with an ear infection (swimmer’s ear) that had flared up on the plane ride over. No stranger to solo travel, I had not planned anything other than my hotel for an easy 3-day weekend. The hotel told me I could use American dollars for the taxi ride from the airport but I thought it would be a good idea to get some local currency for the rest of my trip. Ethiopian Birr is near impossible to obtain or exchange outside of Ethiopia and it wasn’t easy to find in Ethiopia, even at the arrivals of their international airport. After waiting in what is essentially a free-for-all horde for about 10 minutes, the cashier announced that they were out of Birr and there didn’t seem to be a clear timeline of when they’d have more.
I arrived at my hotel, intending to drop my bags, eat breakfast and head out on an early morning city walkabout but without asking the hotel clerk checked me into a room free of charge. Since the aforementioned ear ache was plaguing me I decided it would be wise to rest a bit before heading out. At around noon, I woke up, took a shower and started to contemplate my wardrobe for the day when suddenly a chamber maid sauntered into my room, I pulled a cartoon style cover-up, wrapping my fully nude form in my arms, while the woman’s eyes and mouthed widened into a state of shock, let out a tiny scream and slammed the door shut, mumbling something in Aramaic. Clearly they had not informed her that I had checked in early.
The hotel, Edna Addis Hotel, was a pretty non-descript place, in some random part of town, so I was delighted when for breakfast, they served me a steaming bowl of fragrant porridge and the strongest, bestest hotel coffee I have ever had, AND it was complimentary. Even paying for a coffee at a hotel, I am consistently disappointed and without fail, the fanciest of resorts in any country will serve the most tepid, dirty dishwater they like to pass off as “coffee”. But this little random, basic hotel in one of the poorest countries in the world knows how to make a better cappuccino than 5-star resort in Dubai does.
I set out towards the Holy Trinity Cathedralwhere Haile Selassie is buried, forgetting that some sects of Christianity are just as conservative as Islam and that bare shoulders and a tank depicting a female demon, advertising a Metal Festival, might not be the way to go for Orthodox Christian Ethiopia. I stood out enough on my own that I doubt most people even noticed the shirt. I was fine to wander around the grounds but was not permitted to enter the church which was fine because I was the only tourist on site, the patrons were legitimate Christians and I felt a whole lot of conspicuous.
There wasn’t a whole lot to see around the Cathedral but there was something so delightful about the beige stone building, tombs surrounding the grounds and the severe, grey, stone statues looking down on you like a disappointed grandfather. Trees surround the grounds cutting you off from the traffic and diesel fumes on the street, a crisp blue sky forms the backdrop, while ethereal women float around in wispy white muslin prayer shawls. It was both delightful and surreal, I couldn’t place this church in an architectural or cultural box but that was ok, no one bothered me, except when I tried to enter the Cathedral and a very ancient priest yelled at me in one of the worlds oldest languages. I felt hopeful for the rest of my day and set off with a bounce in my step.
Last minute trips with no planning can, in my experience, turn out one of two ways, a whirlwind of spontaneous ridiculousness, or kind of a let down. In this case, Addis Ababa was the sadly the latter, in Paul Theroux’s words “Addis Ababa was a sprawling high-altitude settlement resembling a vast rusty-roofed village scattered over many hills. (Dark Star Safari, p.92-93)” Spread out as it is, you need wheels to get around and being the foreigner that I am, wheels cost more than it should and everyone wanted to “take me for a ride.” I did briefly look up things to do in and around Addis Ababa, my hotel booked me a day tour of the Blue Nile Valley and 13thC Monastery for the following day, so I had the afternoon to explore Addis. I often rely on hotel staff to have the best advice on what to do, but it doesn’t always pan out and in this case it really didn’t, as they didn’t seem too knowledgeable about or interested in the attractions in their city.
My ear infection was bothering me and draining my energy so I decided to head to a famous café I’d read about, I jumped in a shared cab, a blue and white contraption from the 1960’s, I still needed to get local currency so I had the cab drop me outside a bank near the café. There was a mass of people in the bank and no line to speak of. If you’re going to survive in Ethiopia for any period of time you’re going to have to forget everything you know about line-etiquette and just enter the fray. I had not reached that level yet and so waited…and waited…and waited. Someone took pity on me and asked me what I wanted, and then politely informed me that they did not have any currency to give me and sent me across the street to another bank. As soon as I walked in a bank manager ushered me to an office and exchanged a giant wad of old Birr notes with my crispy American dollars. I figured since I didn’t know when I would be able to exchange money next I would exchange more than I’d likely need, this was both smart, and a mistake as the currency exchange center at the airport was not open in my terminal upon departure and I had to search high and low for a place to exchange the Birr in Abu Dhabi and the buy rate was so low, I lost approximately 40$.
The bank manager watched with amusement as I tucked bills into both sides of my bra, boots, a hidden pocket of my purse, and finally, the small bills in my wallet that I then clipped to the inside of my purse, finally I stuffed a scarf over my valuables…pickpockets would not be getting anything from me. As I was crossing the street to the café, 2 young boys about 9-12 years old came up one on each side of me. The boy on my right tapped my arm continuously repeatedly going “hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey” while simultaneously trying to sell me a random magazine, the boy on my left was getting conspicuously close to my purse. I stopped and put my hand out, said STOP, quite loudly, and as if timed perfectly, the light turned green and my short but powerful legs took me across the street and into the café before the boys could process that I was gone.
Tomoca Café is not a sit down and chill, read your book, check your email kind of place. It appears to be a place where people stop in for the sole purpose of drinking a quick coffee and carrying on about their day. There is no food served there so don’t make plans for lunch either as I did because you’ll end up starving with caffeine jitters. You order your coffee at the front desk and then proceed to the back where you hand them your receipt through the crowd and watch in fascination as they manage to get everyone’s various espresso based orders correct. They do not have a ‘to go’ option to my knowledge, so you can either take your coffee to one of the stand-up tables occupied by many and stand there awkwardly sipping coffee as people have conversations around you or you can accept the kind gentleman’s invitation to sit down on the only bench with other older men and cheers him with the best goddamn coffee you will EVER have in your life…I’m not joking. You know when you have something for the first time and it’s so unexpectedly delicious, that it transcends all that your taste bud’s have ever known or could ever expect? The rich, bold flavours cause your eyeballs to pop out of your skull, and you have literal tingles spread from your nipples to extremities, because you have never had something so wonderful and then you get emotional because you know nothing will ever be as good, not ever. I got teary eyed as I wrote that, the memory (nearly 3 years old) is that strong.
Fun Fact about Ethiopia: coffee was banned by the Orthodox Christian Church until the mid 19th Century.
After my existential moment at Tomoca Café, I was in dire need of some food and a bathroom. Someone directed me to a bathroom in a random building but I could not get passed the foot of murky water on the floor. Nothing takes the wind out of my adventurous sails as the need to pee, one quick look around this area and I determined that I would neither find much in the way of nutrition or a bathroom so my survival instinct kicked in, I hailed a cab and directed the driver to take me to the Hilton. I knew there was one in town and I figured they’d have reliable wifi, food, and a bathroom. They had 2 of the 3…I had to pay for wifi…wtf! Feeling a bit like a tourist who eats at McDonalds instead of trying local food; I ordered Fish and Chips and a Cider, got very sleepy and decided to call it a day. I hoped my ear infection would be better after a good sleep.
I started my day with a strong coffee and hearty bowl of porridge and then jumped into a van with a driver and tour guide, off to explore the Blue Nile Valley (part of the Great Rift Valley), the 13thC Monastery, Debre Libanos, and a Portuguese Bridge. This is an incredibly easy day trip from Addis Ababa and worth every penny, since I was alone it cost me a bit more (120USD) than if I had been with a group. I didn’t see any other tourists there which is an unusual treat, I guess that shows how off the beaten track Ethiopia is for tourists and travellers alike.
I knew I would have to dress conservatively for the monastery visit so I was much more appropriately attired than the day before, in addition, I brought a scarf to cover my hair. This was not enough apparently and the most adorable little monk; he reminded me of a Christian Merlin; wrapped me up like a mummy in white muslin. He told me in no uncertain terms that if I was menstruating or had fornicated in the last 48hours I would not be permitted inside the church. Wellllll…..I was menstruating but I had not travelled all that way to be turned away because my body was doing the biological thing that literally sustains our species, sooo I kept it to myself and entered the church. I have not been smote yet and things have been going pretty good for me, so I can confidently say you should ignore that rule.
Debre Libanos is one of the holiest sites in Ethiopia, pilgrimages are made by many, especially sick people, where they receive holy water from a sacred mountain spring, to cure what ails them. The church, both inside and out is very basic and filled with the actual faithful and not a bunch of tourists which makes the general vibe very sombre, I felt like a voyeuristic gawker. The most impressive part of the church are the stained glass windows that were made by Afewerk Tekle, a famous Ethiopian artist. “Merlin”, the monk who guided me around the site told me Tekle’s artwork was sent to the moon but I could not find any information about this so I can neither confirm nor deny.
The church and monastery on site are not actually from the 13thC, as it was destroyed a few times throughout history; the latest church was built by Haile Selassie in the 1960’s. There is a museum on site that houses many artifacts and displays but I’ll be honest, I don’t remember much, except learning that in the adjacent cemetery, people build little houses over their loved one’s graves and pilgrims or those in need can stay in these little houses for a night or two, monks also stay there. Clearly their creepy senses are much lower than mine because I’m pretty sure that sleeping in a cemetery is how many terrible horror movies from the 80’s begin.
A local teenage boy guided us down the rocky foot paths to the Portuguese Bridge, the bridge itself is not so impressive, you can tell its quite old, and it’s curious as to why the Portuguese built this bridge in the middle of nowhere, but the waterfall under the bridge is stunning and the baboons that hang out on the bridge are fun to photograph, like furry bridge gargoyles.
What is beyond impressive is the gorge that the bridge overlooks. Apparently the gorge is comparable in size to the Grand Canyon and is 1km deep. The wind was strong up on the cliffs so I stepped gingerly as I made my way around the waterfalls and up onto a point where my driver, guide, and I ate lunch. It truly bother’s me that I don’t remember their names or the name of the tourist company because they were really lovely and we had a lot of fun jamming out to tunes in the van. The tour company had packed us all a lunch which is essential because there didn’t seem to be anywhere around to buy food. The lunch was a bit disappointing though because they packed me a western style lunch but the driver and guide had a traditional Injera lunch.
The teenager guided us back to the road and then presented 3 beautifully carved crosses made of different coloured marble and without a word pointed across the Gorge to a section of cliff that looked as though it had been scratched at by a very large cat. My guide told me that the boy gets marble from the cliff and carves these crosses to sell to tourists. I was both confused and impressed as to how he obtained this marble from the side of a kilometre-deep cliff. I wasn’t really in the market for a cross as a non-religious person, but they were so beautifully carved and the marble was so fine and otherworldly, that I bought one, hung it in my home and every time I see it I am reminded of that beautiful day eating lunch on a cliff in Ethiopia. That day I learned that swimmer’s ear can be cured by strong winds on a cliff top, because that evening when I got back to the hotel, I realized my ear ache was gone. Henceforth, every time I finish a swim, I dry my ears out with a blow dryer to avoid swimmer’s ear.
The next day I set out to go to the National Museum but it was closed, so then I asked the taxi to take me to St. George’s Art Gallery. We drove around a lot, asked many people, and after a very long time, learned that it was close to the Sheraton and the cab driver dumped me outside the Sheraton, figuring it was my fault that we had gotten lost and didn’t know where the Art Gallery was. The Art Gallery happens to be an art institution in Addis Ababa but it was definitely my fault for not knowing it’s precise location even though I had presented him with a screen shot of the google maps location. Did I mention the general attitude in Addis Ababa, toward foreigners is somewhere in between aloof haughtiness and a give me money mentality. From Hotel staff to Art Gallery curators, to almost everyone on the street, they seemed disinterested regardless of whether you’re asking for directions or just saying hello. I tried to ask questions about various points of interest or the artwork in the gallery and for the most part the answers were non-committal mumbling, offering no insight or useful information whatsoever. I have only ever encountered this general ambivalence once before and once since, in Beijing, China and Harare, Zimbabwe. All 3 cities felt depressed and bleak, even when the sky is blue and the sun brilliant, the city feels shrouded in grey. All 3 cities have been economically repressed and politically oppressed so I guess it makes sense.
Despite the difficulty of finding the place, St. George’s Gallery was a worthwhile stop. They have beautiful Art, furniture, jewelry, and textiles that are of high quality. I bought a gorgeous turquoise, silk scarf that I left in a taxi 2 years later and nearly cried about it.
I kept hearing about this upscale, trendy area of Addis Ababa called Bole street, so on my last evening I thought it would be prudent to check out the nightlife, even though I had to get up at 4:30 am for my flight. I had the taxi drop me somewhere on Bole street and started walking, it was a chilly evening so I wore a jacket. The street wasn’t well lit and I kept seeing disconcerting dark figures off to the side whispering at me, I was also really hungry, so I stopped at the first place I saw and had Blue Nile Perch which was just ok. I used the free wifi and found a bar not far from the restaurant called Black Rose Lounge. The music wasn’t obnoxious so I stayed for a bit but it felt like the kind of place you go with friends so if you’re solo, there’s no where to set up shop and chill. Eventually my standing around, turning in circles became just awkward and some men decided to talk to me. They turned out to be very friendly and we had a good time shooting the shit and then we went to a nightclub somewhere else; these guys were the friendliest people I had met in Addis Ababa who genuinely just wanted me to have a fun night.
Finally, around 3am I thought I should get back to my hotel for a quick disco nap but drunk me forget to set the alarm, or I set it wrong, or I didn’t hear it. Either way I was awoken by loud knocking at my door, thankfully sober me had arranged an airport transfer and they were waiting for me. At the airport I was sent to a terminal that actually looked like a defunct airport out of a horror movie. There was nothing open in the way of food or water, I was still drunk so I was in dire need of water. Every seat was taken so I sat on the cold floor with my head in my hands in pure agony. The bathroom down a long hallway lit by one flickering light bulb was cold, dirty, water was everywhere and if a rat had scurried across the floor I would not have been surprised. The flight was over an hour delayed so I got to Bahrain too late to catch my connection to Abu Dhabi. The hangover was in full swing so I set up shop in the Irish Pub drinking Bloody Mary’s for approximately 8 hours.
Addis Ababa is not a city I’d return to any time soon but if I had the chance I would go back to Ethiopia to visit Lalibela and a few other places of note; the country boasts many fascinating historical and natural attractions, a unique cultural heritage, and the best damn coffee in the world.