As I mentioned in my last post, we were in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia by ‘force’. Our goal was to get to Lusaka, Zambia, but what choice did we have but to follow our itinerary? And since it appeared that we would have a 12 hour layover in Addis, I decided to go out on a limb and see if there would be any price difference if we were to stay, say, a day or two longer. Turns out, there wasn’t! Except of course for lodging. We specifically planned this travel year quite some time ago, which is the reason Tobi is homeschooling this year. So we can have these experiences together. So we decided that a few nights of lodging was very worth the experience we’d have. We were right.
I ended my last post with details of Z Guest House were we stayed, and of our wonderful host, Todd. Again, highly recommend this place for lodging.
After pizza and our brisk walk, we had a great night sleep. Awoke to lovely sunshine streaming in, cool breezes, and English breakfast served in our room. That was wonderful until I poured a steaming hot cup of what I thought was tea – but it quickly became clear that my tea was really coffee. It was an English breakfast for goodness sake. Don’t the English drink TEA?! But ahhh, I thought, we are in Ethiopia, and if memory serves, they are known for coffee. However, I still don’t like coffee. Neal doesn’t like coffee. Our parents and our kids (minus Tobi) drink it with a faithfulness that is to be commended. I’ve tried to like it. I’ve been told I will learn to like it. I’ve had my sister doctor it to what she deemed to be irresistible. Nope. Still easily (and readily) resisted. However, I have become and avid tea drinker. Especially Earl Grey. Or Lady Grey. Or Russian Earl Grey. I really love the Grey family. But any tea will do. As long as there is milk (preferably evaporated milk – learned that in Nigeria). Love cream too, but try to avoid that. So I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed when the dark fluid that poured from the lovely TEA pot was in fact coffee. I was really looking forward to enjoying my tea in the cool morning sunshine. Todd had been wonderfully accommodating so I decided to go knock on their door and see if tea would be a possibility. I gingerly tried to explain that if possible, we would prefer tea over coffee (didn’t want to offend an Ethiopian and his coffee!). He quickly obliged and even apologized, saying they normally serve both tea and coffee the first morning, and then take note of whatever the guest consumed and serve that thereafter. I got my tea. I should mention here that there is a reason that I went into such a long discourse over coffee/tea that will be uncovered in my next post.
Following our leisurely breakfast, we hit the road. We got some basic direction from Todd and were on our way. The weather was lovely so a walking we did go.
Neal was particularly impressed by the staircase on this school. He’s always looking at architecture like that. Getting new ideas for buildings…
We found it interesting that even though it was pretty cool (cool to me is 70’s/80’s), many people used umbrellas in the sun. In Niger, where 90 – 110 is the norm, seeing an umbrella would be rare.
The streets were busy, but there were walkways over them for pedestrians. It was around here we changed some money so we could pay Todd back for the Birr he lent us the night before.
We walked and walked and walked.
And we came across Niger street. Pretty fun!
Even though the roads/traffic had a Western feel, the vegetable sellers on the side of the road (well, in the road) reminded me that we were still in Africa.
From a distance we weren’t sure what we were looking at here. Was it really a slanted building, or were we just looking at it at a strange angle?
Nope, it really was slanted.
For some reason, and I’m not sure why, I thought that Ethiopian’s spoke English. I took a little while to realize that this wasn’t the case. At first I just thought they didn’t understand my accent. There were some that had enough English to understand us in a restaurant – mostly. However the majority didn’t speak English, but Amharic. Tobi was quick to recognize that that sounded like a language spoken in the Bible. He was right – Jesus spoke Aramaic.
We walked on. One of our goals was to find an internet place -which we figured a big hotel would have. So we were pointed in the direction of the Hilton but after what felt like several miles, we still couldn’t see it. Shouldn’t a hotel like that be able to be seen from a distance?
We went to the leaning building and asked there – but the English thing was a problem. By the way, the bottom floor of that building was a car dealership.
We continued in the direction that looked like a hotel of Hilton Status might be. We stopped at a park and tried our luck with English again and were told that the Hilton was right there – right across the street. And so it was. No fanfare. Not recognizable until we got closer and saw the H – but it was very understated.
We weren’t sure if ‘non-residents’ were allowed in, so we made an inquiry at the desk as to the price of rooms, to appear interested. I wasn’t interested in staying there, but I was interested in the price – which was if I remember right, about $400+/night. Made me really appreciate our $80/night sunny place.
This was leading up to the entrance.
What we were really after was internet. We had yet to inform family (or anyone) that we had in fact safely arrived. ‘Z’ has internet and I tried to use it, but I was paying per minute, and I literally sent 20 minutes trying to send an email and finally gave up. I knew it wasn’t much per minute, it was the pain of sitting there waiting for something to happen that caused me to give up. H had internet as well, and I can’t remember the exact price, but I think it was about $5 for 30 minutes. Perfect. Plenty of time to do what we needed to do.
News sent to loved ones and we were on our way. However our feet were expressing their desire for us to use a different mode of transportation so we decided to look for a taxi. They were plentiful outside of The Hilton, but taxi’s waiting there charged more than twice what a taxi should cost. We knew that because Todd had told us what to expect to pay for a taxi. We explained we weren’t guests at the Hilton and that they price of the taxi should be half that. Mr. Taximan reluctantly agreed.
It was beyond lunch time and the only place we knew of was the place we had eaten the night before. We asked the taxi man to drop us there (it was amazing how much shorter the distance seemed from a vehicle). We happened to mention to him that we were going to eat and he informed us that he had just the place. Fortunately that place was close to where we wanted to be. And it looked promising. We excited the vehicle and entered the Museum Restaurant. We were beginning to see a trend. We would have missed the restaurant altogether if we had not been dropped in front of it. Like the Hilton, it was hidden from the outside but lovely inside. It was an indoor/outdoor kind of place,with beautiful flowers and landscaping. The food was lovely too.
As you can see, we are thoroughly enjoying it.
Since we had just finished a wonderful and re-energizing lunch at The Museum Restaurant, In only made sense that we visit the museum next door. It was pretty cool. This picture is in the shape of Ethiopia.
There is so much history in this country. This is one of the Emperor’s thrones. You can get a perspective of how massive it is if you notice the person standing nearby.
If I remember correctly, this was the first vehicle driven in Ethiopia. It was, of course, a Ford.
There was a special temporary museum of art from many nations set up. This was the only picture I got, before I was told no camera’s were allowed. Bummer. Some of the art was pretty impressive, some, looked like my kids art when they were very small.
We were allowed to take pictures from the outside of the museum…
After the museums, we remembered that we wanted to get in touch with a high school friend of Neal’s that was living in Addis. We had his info on FB – but no internet. Out on the street however, we saw an ‘internet cafe’ sign that we decided to try. We’ve seen many such signs in our neck of the woods (Niger), but they don’t always deliver. But we decided we had nothing to lose. So down the street, through a restaurant and down an alley we went, following hand painted signs. Success! We came to a small room (very small) with a young man at a counter and about 10 computers. How much was internet there you ask? $.50/ 30 minutes! No kidding. We successfully found the info we needed to call Neal’s friend. At those rates, I was tempted to stay and write a blog post!
Our fatigue – I know, that sounds so dramatic – demanded however that we go back to our rooms for a bit. I thoroughly enjoyed spending some time in our lovely accommodation, with the sun streaming through the windows. Todd kindly allowed us to use a phone and make plans with Steve and his family for the following day.
We headed back out on foot on the route that had become pretty familiar to a place we checked out that was near the internet cafe. We were confused at first, because their sign said they close at 5 o’clock. But it was a pizza place! What pizza place isn’t open at night? Made no sense. So we began investigating. It wasn’t military time either. Finally we figured it out. It was Bible time. That’s not what they officially call it, but that’s what it is. You remember in Acts when those in the Upper Room were accused of being drunk and Peter responded by saying, “How can we be drunk? It’s only the 3rd hour”. That really meant 9am. That means that 5 means 11 pm. And they really go by those times. Even the taxis. Though they understand ‘our’ time as well. They would verify which time we meant. I found that very interesting…
We can’t seem to get enough pizza, and this one was especially good…
Don’t worry, it wasn’t really Mouse Pizza. (I hope) And I can’t remember what was on it. They had very memorable fresh pineapple juice too. It was so fresh, it wasn’t even cold!
Thus ended our first full day in Addis Ababa. It was a wonderful day and we were wonderfully blessed and tired.
Next, Day 2.