My visit to the churches of Lake Tana, just north of Bahar Dar, only lasted six hours and led to the visit of two different buildings of the promised five. But nonetheless, it was some of the most peaceful and atmospheric time of my whole trip. Once I managed to tune out the buzz of… Continue reading Day 3: Lake Tana and its Churches
On my first night in Addis Ababa, I ate at the restaurant adjoining the Makush Gallery. The food was mediocre but the artwork surrounding me as I ate was spectacular. Here are some of my favourites.
As always, it’s rarely the Big Sights or Attractions, but the minutiae of the experience and learning how people live and interact that really get my travelling juices flowing when I’m away. Here are some of the things I’ve learnt. To me, suddenly gasping — as I would if I saw a baby about to… Continue reading Things I’ve noticed about Ethiopian culture
I was quite overwhelmed and tense in Addis Ababa, and was worried that if this was Ethiopia, I’d not have a good time. I’d already emotionally written off the day I went to Bahar Dar — my second — because it was due to start with a 04.30, ten-hour bus, and I’d assumed I’d be… Continue reading Bahar Dar
I write this completely alone in a restaurant adjoining an art gallery. I am surrounded by gorgeous, colourful paintings — mostly of stunning Ethiopian women. A man just turned on a playlist which is booming a soft, funky song over the speakers. Just that one song. I don’t know if you know the feeling where… Continue reading Addis Ababa: So Far So Good?
Today (12 Feb) I went from Addis Ababa to Bahir Dar — a ten-hour bus journey that will fortunately be my only one. Breakfast A croissant made without butter. Not the one — but it was free and it came with a bottle of water. Lunch Injera and veg. Shared with two Belgian white girls… Continue reading Ethiopian food diary: day 2
Ethiopia is like many places in having an overwhelming amount of stuff for sale right on the street — mostly bric-a-brac, belts, and sunglasses. But one thing that is everywhere is shoe-cleaners. Seriously — any big square or wide street and there are dozens of them. It makes me wonder how they all make a… Continue reading A Load of Cobblers