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Complete Ethiopia Travel Log

Speaking for myself, the experiences that follow rank among the most memorable and meaningful in my life.

June 15, 2009 (June 8, 2001 Ethiopia time)

I meet Esubalew and his entourage in concourse A of Dulles International Airport while standing in the Ethiopian Airlines line at 8:00 in the morning. His eyes, Karla looked exhausted, probably from a late night packing and making last minute preparations for the trip. Her friend and co-president of World of Good, Jacque (pronounced JACK-ee) looked in good spirits, as much as one can be at least after a five hour flight from Portland, OR. Also in tow were Karla's children, Hana and Netsanet, both of whom she adopted from Ethiopia, and who were going along to visit relatives and to work for the summer there. All five struggled as they lugged their carry-on luggage up the small ramp leading to the remote wing where Ethiopian Air is stationed. Ethiopian has strict baggage limits, and most of our bags were over the limit. We were grateful that the attendants checking people in were in a good mood, as they turned their faces away from the scales that read anywhere from 18-22 lbs, the limit being 15 lbs.

The flight left a little late, par for the course for Ethiopians, or so I'm told. Otherwise, the flight went without a hitch, stopping in Rome for a crew change and fuel up. In both Rome and Addis Ababa, our final destination, I've never experienced smoother landings than on Ethiopian Air.

June 16, 2009 (June 9, 2001 Ethiopian time)

We landed around 8:30 am, and didn't make it through the visa line until after 11 or 12. You can read about my visa and customs experience in the blog post prior to this one. After much frustration, we did made it out of the airport, where Karla and Jacque's friend Montegbosh was there to greet us. She threw her arms around each of us with an ear-to-ear smile, and gave each of us a flower. I was told that Montegbosh was a bundle of energy, and this was immediately apparent in the manner in which she welcomed us. This sprightly woman with just a few words and a smile took the edge off the frustration I felt coming out of airport. What she lacks in stature (she comes up to the height of my shoulder), she makes up for in energetic optimism.

Jacque later told me more about her. Montegbosh has long worked in behalf of children in Ethiopia. In order to be able to tend to their medical needs, she became a registered nurse. Due to the great number of orphaned children in Ethiopia, she wanted to be able to house them in the two foster homes she established, and so she become a registered social worker. As foreign adoption rose in popularity, she obtained a degree in adoption law so she could perform all of the legal functions pertaining to adoptions in Ethiopia. This highly educated woman not only tirelessly manages her two foster homes in Addis Ababa, but also administrates the Ethiopian office of World of Good based in Gonder, Ethiopia, flying there every other month to make sure things go smoothly there. As we traveled about with her, no matter where we went, it seemed she knew someone. Through the years of working to better the state of Ethiopia's children, she has built a strong network in all levels of government, social work, and in the medical field. Her warm and magnetic personality further draws people to her.

Montegbosh's connection to Esubalew dates back more than 12 years. After Esubalew was rescued by the Ethiopian National Federation of the Blind in Addis, Ababa, he was transferred to one foster home, where he got sick with tuberculosis. After he recovered, from the hospital he was taken to Montegbosh's foster home, which was considerably better than his prior home. It was partly through her efforts that Esubalew was adopted by the Johnston family in America. When we come out of the airport to Montegbosh's arms, Esubalew immediately chuckled as he recognized her voice and spunk.

From the airport, we got in two cars with our 18 bags (twelve 50-lbs bags, and six 20-lbs carry-on bags, that's 720 lbs of luggage!), and drove quite a while to Hana's uncle Bitili's house (Zewdito's brother), where we would stay for the next two nights while in Addis Ababa. It felt good to relax. Hana's aunt, Zewdito, wasted no time in preparing injera and tibs (spicy meat) for us, after which, she performed the time honored coffee ceremony for us. This is a real treat to experience in the country that brought us coffee. I'm not a coffee fan in the least, but this freshly slow roasted brew with lots of raw cane sugar is tres magnific.

Zewdito's role in this reunification story is pivotal. Karla got the ball rolling; Zewdito was that ball. Karla asked her to see what she could do to find Yitashu, Esubalew's mom. She then contacted the police station near Esubalew's village, where she learned that at some point, his mother filed a missing person's report. Enter Inspector Mogese Gebeye. He made a trek out to Inesa from where he lives in Mertule Maryam, to locate Yitashu. She was excited to learn that her son was still alive. She believed him to be dead for the 16 years they were separated. Zewdito then made the trek from Addis Ababa to Inesa, where she took pictures of Yitashu and Esubalew's half brother, Tomtum, as well as some of Esubalew's extended family. Esubalew's pilgrimage home would not have been possible without either Zewdito or Inspector Mogese's help.

After dinner, Esubalew asked Zewdito many questions about her previous trip out Inesa to visit his mother. Many things were revealed about this encounter that Esubalew didn't know before.

June 17, 2009 (June 10, 2001 Ethiopian time)

This day was spent with the Ministry of Magic trying to get my camera back, as outlined in a prior blog post, which took more than half of the day.

We enjoyed a wonderful lunch and coffee ceremony at one of Montegbosh's beautiful foster homes. We finished at Bitili's house with injera, tips, and of course, freshly roasted coffee.

We were blessed to have an actual porcelain toilet at Bitili's house. His toilet is not connected to running water, and so it is flushed using a bucket of water that is kept by the toilet at all times. When you've finished with your business, you pour the water in the bucket down the toilet, and fill the bucket up for the next wayfarer.
One thing I learned too late, however, is that you don't despoit toilet paper into the toilet, but rather, put it in a basket set off to the side. The bucket of water does not push the excrement through forcefully enough to be able to send it with toilet paper. With the paper, it clogs easily, and thus we were stuck with a nasty problem late at night when the electricity was off. I asked Besha, Bitili's brother who was hosting us at the house if he had a plunger so I could unplug it. "What's a plunger?" After Hana explained what a plunger is in Amharic to Besha, he told us they didn't have one, nor had he ever heard of such a thing before. This problem was obviously going to take some creativity to solve.

We attempted to flush it through several times with water to no avail. We had to find some way to push the excrement through, but with what? The night was black as a panther, so we relied upon our flashlights to search around the compound to find something, anything to shove that crap down the drain. I had a headlamp that I could strap to my head, freeing both hands to deal with the problem. We found a stick, and eventually a hose. I tried to clear it out myself, and even Jacque tried, but Besha, being the excellent host that he is, wouldn't allow us to fix it. Eventually relenting, I offered him my headlamp so he could more easily work. Besha toiled with the toilet for probably and hour until at last he came out victorious from the battlefield. He handled it admirably, and without complaint. We clapped and cheered for him for taking care of our foreign crap so dutifully.

I "accidentally" left my headlamp at Bitili's house. Perhaps they will be able to use it again in the future. Besha had taken of the 3 days/2nights from work to be able to host us. Knowing he wasn't getting paid for this service as host, we gave him the amount of money he would have made at his brother's factory during the days he was absent. Cheers to you Besha! Thank you Besha for being such a great host.

June 18, 2009 (June 11, 2001 Ethiopian time)

I got my camera back after a frustrating wild goose chase with the Ministry of Magic.

The second part of today was spent locating and visiting the Ethiopian National Association of the Blind in Addis Ababa. We entered the compound and the guard informed me that I had to turn off my camera. I wasn't too concerned as they would allow it as soon as they learned who we were. To my surprise, the first person we talked to was none other than the very person who rescued Esubalew from the streets! Many of the people we talked to remembered him after so many years. We talked to the school about what they needed as an organization. The students there were thrilled to have Esubalew there, and instantly befriended him. He wasn't quite used to how touchy feely they were however. After a brief visit, we had to leave to be able to make it to Hana's family's home.

Much of our time I'm Addis was spent driving. It's not easy to get around this town. There is lots of construction going on everywhere, both buildings and roads, which hampered driving progress, and there are many roads which are under great disrepair. They don't have the great freeway infrastructure that we're used to in the US, and so we were mostly constrained to city streets, which are not only congested with cars, but with people, cattle, goats, sheep, and horse-drawn carts. Furthermore, most intersections use round-a-bouts, presumably because electricity is so sporadic, that lights cannot be depended upon. There were many major intersections with neither a round-a-bout or traffic lights. It was both chaotic and scary as our driver navigated these.

We went to lunch at a hilltop restaurant that overlooks Addis Ababa. Or rather, we had snacks there, since they stopped serving lunch before we arrived. The snacks were not very good. Ethiopians are apparently not very good at making American food, but that's really all they served during snack time between lunch and dinner. The view was nice though, and the company nicer.



We stopped at Hana's family's house to visit, and have coffee. She would be staying with them, and we would be heading north in the morning. Her help as an interpreter was absolutely invaluable during the prior two days. Without her help, getting my camera back and just communicating in general would have been immensely more difficult.

We headed back to Montegbosh's foster home to spend one last night in Addis. It was a treat to shower with warm water.

June 19, 2009 (June 12, 2001 Ethiopian time)

We, Karla, Jacque, Esubalew, Montegbosh and myself, got up early to get on a plane headed northward to Gonder. In order to hopefully, keep-my-fingers-crossed, not get held up by the ministry of Magic by getting my camera questioned again, I broke the camera down as much as possible by taking the lens and audio attachment off. Make it look as small as possible. Surprisingly, it worked! The only hang up from the Ministry of Magic was they charged Karla $80 for extra baggage. They didn't post on their website that baggage limitations were different on domestic flights. A minor annoyance.

From the airport in Gonder, Montegbosh had arranged a driver, named Doruje, to pick us up and cart all of our belongings all over the countryside. I know each of us packed as lightly as we could, but I felt as if we were like Princess Vespa from Spaceballs because of the large number of bags we had. By the end of our trip, their weight would be significantly reduced since most of it was humanitarian aid supplies and gifts for Esubalew's family, WOG, and the Debre Markos Blind Center.

Our first stop was at Wogen, which is where Karla and Jacque's office is for their organization, World of Good. In addition to providing sponsorship to underprivileged children to be able to attend school, World of Good also has a co-op located at Wogen for single low-income mothers to be able to earn a livable income. Each woman working at the co-op is personally invested in the success of their business, where they make injera for local restaurants. All around the compound, were women unabashedly suckling babies, and small children playing amongst chickens and piles of wood. The room where the injera stoves are located was quite warm where the women work 24 hours/day in order to fill the daily total of approximately 2000 injera, completely mixed, poured, and cooked by hand on wood burning stoves.

Also in the compound were school aged boys making street median stanchions as a way of receiving training for construction work. The stanchions are part of a city gentrification/beautification initiative. The boys are not paid to make them, but consider it a valuable after-school activity to better their future work prospects. These boys were very friendly, and eager to show the fruits of their hard work. They also asked me to give them a soccer ball, and I promised I would bring them one when I returned, a promise I would later regret.

After dropping off most of our luggage to be distributed later amongst World of Good students, we headed to the mountain top restaurant that overlooks Gonder city for lunch. from this vantage point, we could see the whole city, including Wogen, the reservoir, and Fasil Castle. Montegbosh treated us to some traditional Ethiopian food (Of course! What else would we eat?), with injera made by none other than the Wogen co-op ladies! I can say first hand that it was top quality.

After lunch, we didn't want to waste any time in heading out to Esuablew's village. We packed up the car with our belongings, plus some things that Esubalew brought to give to his family and the blind school in Debre Markos. It was all piled high on top of our 80's era Land Cruiser, with a full passenger load.

Seven people comprised our Inesa-bound entourage: Doruje our fearless driver, Karla, Jacque, Esubalew, Montegbosh, myself, and our MVP interpreter, Binyam Eyob. Montegbosh would follow us until Bahir Dar, and then separate from us to head back to Addis.

We set out towards Bahir Dar from Gonder. I found it hard to keep my eyes closed, the scenery is so breathtaking: from lush valleys, rolling hills, small mountain passes, to such striking scenery as a natural monolith that puts the Washington Monument to shame.

And everywhere you go, no matter how rural the place is, people are walking, walking alongside the road. Walking with their sheep, goats, and with mules piled high with anything from water jugs to hay, or perhaps the mule is pulling a cart. On average, rural people in Ethiopia make just over $1 a day, or about 10-15 birr. Cars and gasoline are prohibitively expensive, so they walk. As a foreigner, figuring in the exchange rate, we paid about what we would pay for gas in the US, about 550 birr to fill 'er up, (about $45-50). Even for most city dwellers, this is large sum. And so they walk.

We arrived in Bahir Dar after dark. The electricity was out, so all was dark. Not even street lamps are lit when the electricity fails. Ethiopia gets it's electric power through hydroelectric plants dotting it's rivers. in the dry season, there just isn't enough electricity to go around. This particular year, rainfall has been far below average, and people eagerly await the monsoon season to begin, which is normally from June to mid-August. As for us, we were glad it wasn't too rainy; lots of water plus dirt aren't a land cruiser's best friend. I hear however after we left Ethiopia, the monsoon season came. Perfect timing!



In Bahir Dar, we met up and had dinner with the mayor of Gonder, Habtamu. He happened to be here for some regional meetings. He treated us to a delicious fish gouache with injera at a candlelit restaurant across from Lake Tana, Ethiopia's largest lake. Who needs electricity anyways? Bahir Dar is in the world's top 10 beautiful cities, and I would tend to agree. For ages it has been a popular destination because of it's proximity to the lake, and for it's ancient Christian monasteries. They even have some on the islands in the lake. Would that I had more time to explore this historical city.



One of Habtamu's friends who dined with us owned a resort hotel across the street. He very graciously offered to let us stay there for the night. And what a place it turned out to be! Beautifully set on the lake, in the luxury of a king (minus electricity). Our room was apparently a honeymoon suite, with drapes around the bed (to keep out mosquitoes), huge shower (I could imagine staying in there a while if there was hot water),stone walls and floors in monastic style, and there were even custom floor to ceiling paintings inlaid into the wall such that it integrated with the stonework.The landscape was also elegantly planted with vines growing up the walls, and flowers .The resort was doing some construction of a lakeside walkway in preparation for the upcoming tourist season (September-October) when everything is lush and green from the preceding monsoon. We were tickled at the honor of staying at this palatial resort.

Habtamu invited us out to traditional dancing at a local bar after we dropped our stuff off at the resort. Esubalew and Karla decided to rest. Jacque and I jumped at the opportunity to check out the native culture. Accompanied by drums and a traditional Ethiopia instrument called the masinqo, a one-stringed lyre that is played with a bow, a singer chants improvised lyrics using very florid scales, trills, and vocal shakes. Sometimes spectators will shout phrases, and the singer vocalizes them in return. They alternate slower ballads with dancing numbers. Their dancing is like nothing I've experienced. They bounce up and down while shaking their shoulders. Jacque and I flailed our shoulders and arms in an effort to mimic the incredibly florid way Ethiopians are able to shake their shoulders up and down. They had a good laugh at us "forenge" (foreigners) making fools of ourselves, but we had a blast. One guy even spit on a 5 birr note and stuck it to my forehead! I chuckled and felt flattered that they were so entertained. I gave the tip to the singer in return.

June 20, 2009 (June 13, 2001 Ethiopian time)

We got up, packed our stuff, and headed out. Montegbosh had already left early this morning, so we were one person less. From Bahir Dar, we traveled at least eight hours on dirt roads through increasingly rural cities and towns. When we needed to stop for lunch and gas, people would crowd around the car and stare at us, wondering what we were up to I suppose. It seems that many people loiter around with seemingly nothing to do much of the time. I guess life moves at a much slower pace than I'm used to in LA.

Eventually, we made it to Mertule Maryam, where Inspector Mogese Gebeye and Zewdito were waiting for us. We collected them, and went to the market to get some gifts to bring for Esubalew's family: sugar, unroasted coffee beans, Ethiopian oranges (yellow, their flavor reminded me of sour patch kids with their tart and sweet taste), and a couple blankets. Once again, we were not without our loving fans and paparazzi.

All eight of us piled into the car and left Mertule Maryam for Inesa. On our way, we saw many bridges being built, and roads being worked on. This project is being funded largely by the Chinese, and many Chinese people can be found in the area. Kids would yell and call us "China!" when they'd see us, and so "China" became Esubalew's nickname for me during the trip. it made me laugh every time someone would say it.

After a half hour driving over bumpy dirt roads, we ran into an obstacle: a steep hill that the car was not able to climb. Our fearless driver, Doruje, tried many times, but our Land Cruiser just wasn't equipped to handle the steep incline and rocks. We had to find another way. We ended up walking up a hill, and the car would go around and meet us at the top. Fortunately for us, Ethiopians are very friendly and helpful. A man bearing an AK-47 got in the car with Doruje to show him where to go. I continued to find this somewhat intimidating, but it's mostly a symbol for them: bullets are too expensive to shoot. A paparazzi entourage led us up the hill where we would meet Doruje. We got in the car with our personal gunman guide, making it nine people in the car meant to seat seven comfortably. Fortunately, we weren't far.

As we ambled down the road, we were stopped by a lady. She was obviously a relative of Esubalew's. She must have known that he would be coming at some point, because when she saw our car full of foreigners, she threw her arms in the air, ran over to the side of the car where Esubalew was sitting, and gave him a great big hug. We couldn't understand what she was saying, but her tone suggested joy. If this was a foreshadow of things to come, we were in for a real treat.

The road we were on was unimproved, but generally free of rocks. It ran through field after field of crops eagerly awaiting rain.Sometimes, we had to go through the fields as there were people walking or working in the road. Knowing that Esubalew would be uniting with his family soon and wanting to get as much footage of this unrepeatable momentous occasion as possibly, I gave Jacque my extra camera.

We wandered a little bit, but eventually we came to a clearing and got out. As we got out, of course there were lots of people curious about a careful of forenge, but among them was Esubalew's childhood best friend and cousin Yigram Tena, and Esubalew's half brother, Tomtum Fanta (he has a different last name because in Ethiopia, a child takes his father's first name as their second name, and Tomtum's father is Fanta).





Yigram led Esubalew up a path towards his house,and as we went, more and more people joined the entourage. I was amazed at the number of people. I would guess between 200-300 people! They whooped and hollered, blew horns, chanted and danced as we walked. Each new person greeted Esubalew with kisses on his cheeks, alternating back and forth, and asked him questions in Amharic, to which he simply replied back, "I only speak a little bit of Amharic." But the smile on his face spoke volumes about how happy he was to be home finally.

Eventually Esubalew's mom emerged in the throng of people. Yigram speaks a little English, and he announced to Esubalew, "This is your mother, Yitashu Brahan!" The two of them embraced each other and Yitashu threw her arms up in the air, all smiles, saying "asay, asay, asay!" (I'm happy, happy, happy!). She ran ahead joyfully up the path for reasons known to her.

We continued up the path to Yitashu's brother, Tena Brahan's house. They sat us down outside under a sheet that was set up to block the sun, where more people came to greet Esubalew. Jacque had been following Yitashu. She had gone back to her nephews house where she had been staying to get a goat ready to slaughter and to prepare a feast for Esubalew. Of course I got footage of that. It's not like anything I'd ever seen before.

Not before too long we were corralled into Tena's house where we were be fed.Houses in this rural village are nothing like what developed nations are used to. Their homes are made out of adobe dried on a wooden frame, with rippled aluminum sheets for roofs. Inside, they mold places to sit around the edges of the walls on top of dirt floors. They set some goat hides out for us to sit on to keep our clothes from getting dirty. There is no electricity, nor running water. Despite lacking the conveniences that we are used to as western city slickers, they made us feel right at home.

We snapped some pictures, and reveled in their company before they brought us some goat meat and injera. As usual, they performed the coffee ceremony, and we each had several rounds of the fresh brew, sweetened by cane sugar. Esubalew chatted with his family a bit, and we laughed and joked with our new friends before we had to get our tents set up that would be our home for the next few days. Children watched in wonder as two huts made of cloth were erected in minutes inside of Esubalew's cousin, Tensay Tena's compound. Tensay had been taking care of Yitashu off and on for a while, and she had been living at his house when we got there. She has a place of her own in another village, but since she anticipated her son's return, she was staying there.

After we got set up for bed, we went back to Tena's house, where a party was going on. Between 30-50 people gathered under the canopy that was set up, and were dancing to the rhythm of a drum, while various people sang. The star of the show on this night however was Yitashu. She stood in the center with her hands up in the air and called out unmistakeably gleeful chants as we bounced up and down, shaking our shoulders in quadruple rhythm. It still amazes me how fluid they moved. Some of my new friends, Demeke, Wandahlah, and Chalkool got me to dance. They kept saying "kahmoon," which I thought was the name of the dance, but later learned they were saying "come on," meaning "come on and get yo' dance on!" they really did speak English surprisingly well. I brought it, and even had a one-on-one dance off. I shook my shoulders fiercely, and Getachew, the person competing against me, conceded to me. The friendly gesture boosted my ego not a little bit, but I realize any one of them could whoop me really. Of course Jacque, Karla, and Esubalew danced too, though Esubalew was a little timid to really break it down in the fashion of his youth, a manifestation of his culture having been stripped of him.

We danced to Yitahsu's singing until late that night, enjoying the celebration with our new found friends of Inesa, Ethiopia. What a monumental day!

June 21, 2009 (June 14, 2001 Ethiopian time)

Still not over my jet lag, I woke up quite early. I decided to go on a hike out to the point not too far away. it was a beautifully clear morning, the air was fresh, and the point looked as though it promised a breathtaking view. There weren't too many people up as I left, but there were a few. I walked through the farm fields only recently planted, not yet budding, eagerly awaiting rainfall.

On the way to the point was their church. This village, as with most of Ethiopia is Ethiopian Orthodox christian, though a significant population of Ethiopia is either Muslim or Jewish. I asked if there were any major religious disputes between the religions, and was told that people respect each other for the most part and that there were no recent upheavals due to religious disputes. Recent wars were caused by political reasons.

About this time, a young gentleman named Dlnessa said hi to me, asked me where I was headed, and he started following me, speaking to me in English. I remember him telling me about how, about five years prior, some foreigners came to their village to hang glide from Ambo Point, my intended destination. How exciting! It must be pretty windy there I thought to myself.

It took us about 20 minutes to arrive. The land is quite rocky; even the farm fields are infested with many rocks, but the hike wasn't too difficult. Ambo Point juts out between two deep canyons, with a dry river on the eastern side, and a village on the western side. I was told this is the village where Yitashu lives. The view really was breathtaking. I regretted not bringing my camera to take pictures of the sunrise. I promised myself I would come back again before I left to shoot pictures and video. Dlnessa led me back to the village, and he asked me to give him some birr for showing me the way to Ambo. I chuckled to myself about his frankness in asking me, and obliged him 10 birr upon arriving back to my tent. I thanked him for his help, and he seemed pleased with the tip.

Everybody was up by this time. We went a little ways away to where Morugheta's family lives to have breakfast and coffee with them. After breakfast with the Morugheta's, we headed back over to where our tents were, which were near Yigram's house. It turns out that his cow had a baby over night, but that it was born sick. I tried to approach the poor little guy, but daddy steer was not gonna have it. Who knew that father oxen were so protective of their young? Obviously not a city slicker such as myself. I had to go to the bathroom, and the only way to get there was to pass by the steer across the yard. Yigram had to threaten him with a lashing to allow me to pass.

This would be my first experience defecating out in the village. The facilities consisted of a deep hole in the ground with a concrete slab to ground your feet on while you took care of business. For privacy, there was a neat little grass hut constructed. The door to the hut was only about three or four feet high, which meant that you had to crouch down in obeisance to enter. What about toilet paper? This was a bring-your-own-type gig. What did the villagers use to clean themselves? No idea. I do know that they use their left hands to clean themselves, however, as their right hands are reserved for eating.

After taking care of business, our entourage of kids that followed us nearly everywhere asked if we wanted to see their church. Lacking a better idea, we consented. It was a short five minute walk there.On the way there, Yigram wanted to race me.He was a formidable opponent, and I nearly lost to him.There were several village men gathered in the shade under the trees just outside the church compound. We chatted with them for a minute, and they offered us some tela to drink. We obliged their invitation, as well As the now obligatory group photo. Everyone in the village welcomed the opportunity to have their photo taken. There was a beautiful tree just outside of the church grounds where many children were gathered under while we chatted with the village men. I snapped a photo of it. I thought they were going to take us inside the church, but apparently I misunderstood. We were just going to walk around the church grounds. I guess because of its sacred nature, they only enter on the sabbath and other religious meetings. I contained my disappointment as we walked around the outside of the walls, and I snapped a few pictures as we walked around. There was a peculiar tree that had cactus branches but also had deciduous leaves. I had never seen anything like it.



We returned back to Tensay's house where Jacque was painting the children's nails. They gathered around he practically smothering her. Even the boys got in on the fun. All were tickled with delight by the simple act.

As we were getting our thoughts together about our day, Yigram mentioned that they needed financial assistance with the food. We certainly did not want to be a burden on our gracious hosts, who would willingly give all they have for us. We obliged them with $65 for beer, $60 for the small calf they slaughtered the day before, and then another $80 to purchase a large goat that would feed us for the next few days we planned to stay. He took the money we gave him and set out to buy the goat.

Before we came to Ethiopia, several people donated money to Esubalew to help pay for the trip as well as to give to people in need while he was there. He gave some to blind beggars he met, but the bulk of it he wanted to give to his family. His most pressing concern was his mother's welfare. He wanted to give her the money, but was concerned that she might use the money for something else other than what he wanted to give it to her for. It turns out that he had enough money with him that amounted to what a house would cost in Ethiopia. With the help of our trusty interpreter Binyam, Karla and Esubalew met with his mother under the shade of a tree just outside the village. We had to tell our paparazzi to stay away while we discussed the house. With the promise that Yitashu would use the money either to purchase a 99 year lease on a house or some land to farm, Esubalew presented her with the money to do so. For about what it would cost us to buy a clunky used car, he was able to give a princely gift to the woman who gave him life and carried him through his early years with little help from her husband or anyone else.

After making the announcement to Yitashu, we took a picture of the kids that were standing not far away but out if earshot to appease their curiosity, and we went back to Morugheta's house where they were slaughtering the goat they picked up. Watching the gruesome sight of them slaughtering the animal almost made me want to go vegetarian, but that's a different topic. The cleaned the animal by hanging it from a hook on the side of the house. The lack of sanitary means of handling food made me glad we came prepared for parasites.

After dinner, we danced and sang some more with our new friends for a while in the daylight under the shade of the tarpaulin set up in Tena's front yard, and Esubalew visited with his family. We passed away the time with them as the night creeped up to overtake the day. While chatting, some of the kids introduced me to a beautiful young girl, and they asked me if I wanted to marry her. I simply wasn't prepared, however, to leave Ethiopia with a new bride.

June 22, 2009 (June 15, 2001 Ethiopian Time)

This morning as Karla and Jacque prepared to leave Esubalew and I behind, Esubalew handed out more gifts that he brought for his family. For his mother, he brought some kitchen supplies and personal items: knives, hairpins, mirror, chocolate, soap, gum, potato peeler, antiseptic spray, first aid kit, clothes pins, scissors, dish scrubber, sewing buttons, whisk, strainer, and spiced apple cider and a battery-free flashlight, which everyone watched in amazement at how you could have a flashlight simply by turning the crank for a little while, all without batteries.


For his brother, Tomtum, he brought some everyday things as well as some fun things: bungee straps, rope, deodorant, soccer ball, soap, gloves, nice pen, a battery-free flashlight, which could come in handy in a place with no electricity, a backpack in which everything was kept, and the crowning jewel of his gifts: a soccer ball and a ball pump! Tomtum was really ticked by these last gifts it was something the whole village could enjoy. For kicks, Esubalew brought some PopRocks candy. If you've never tried this candy, it pops when it gets wet, creating little explosions in your mouth as it melts. Of course we didn't tell them what it did before we gave it to them. When it began exploding in their mouths, their eyes widened in shock. Some of them spit it out. It was absolutely hilarious watching the kids, and even adults in the village try this fun candy.

Karla and Jacque wanted to be on their way as soon as possible, and so they packed up the Land Cruiser with all of their belongings. We had to carry some of their stuff out to the spot where we would be meeting Doruje with the car. I guess the road was too difficult such that he didn't want passengers for the first part of the journey. Some of our paparazzi went along with us, of course, and Jacque came prepared to leave them with a bang! She had more candy for them. There wasn't enough for everyone to have their own packet, so we wondered how to distribute the candy fairly. Then Yigram said "open the packets and throw them into the air." I was worked about them eating the candy after they picked it up from the dirt, but he said not to worry. With a shrug, we opened up the packets and threw the contents into the air as the children sprang to catch and find some sweet morsel to shove into their mouths, laughing all the while. We hugged Karla and Jacque goodbye and they were on their way back to Gonder to attend to their business with World of Good. Now it was just Esubalew, Binyam, and myself.

By now, the village children and several adults were itching to try out their new soccer ball. After we pumped it up, we headed over to the field, the kids hopping and skipping all the way. That rocky field surrounded by freshly planted fields of life sustaining crops of various kinds entertained us for hours under the mid-day sun. And of course Esubalew was beaming the whole time, glad that he could bring his people a replacement for the makeshift objects they used to play soccer (deflated and punctured balls, paper balls, or whatever they have lying around that they could fashion into something reminiscent of a ball). Hopefully it lasts them a good long while and brings them years of diversion. Unfortunately, Tomtum wasn't there to play with us as he had to attend to his filial duties and run an errand for his mother. Esubalew played with the dexterity of David Beckham if he only had 15% vision in one eye. His encouragement and infectious sportsmanship ensured all who participated and spectated have fun.

Having spent our energy sweating in the hot sun, it was time to relax, have some coffee and chatter with the family. Every time we stopped to relax, we also ate more meat and injera. They certainly weren't going to let us starve!


Before the sun set, I wanted to go back to Ambo and get some shots from the point of the village as well as the canyon below the village. Esubalew, always up for a challenge, wanted to come too. So, he, Yigram, Binyam, and myself set out for the short hike, of course followed by our regular entourage. Yigram was Esubalew's faithful guide leading him through the rocky obstacle course. As we got closer to the point, the terrain became more difficult with steep drop offs on either side for a time. I had greater confidence in Esubalew's abilities, but Yigram didn't want him to continue, fearing he would get hurt, so the two of them went back to the village, while Binyam and I set out with our peeps. On our way, a few of the boys stopped to eat koolqual, a red (when it's ripe) fruit that grows on cacti everywhere you go. Esubalew told me about this on the flight over and how he would eat this delicious fruit as a child. I never actually tried it because they weren't ripe yet and didn't want to be disappointed by unripe fruit. They seemed to be enjoying them however, and I couldn't resist taking pictures of the boys, who kept climbing through the large cacti searching for a sweet treat. They moved so swiftly that I found them difficult subjects to photograph!


The view from the point was spectacular while we watched the sunset. I got shots the shots of the village and canyon that I wanted, and then we had to head back. Nights sets quickly here, and we were shrouded in darkness within the half our it took to make it back to the village.

The day ended with more visiting and eating.

June 23, 2009 (June 16, 2001 Ethiopian Time)

Today was another relaxed day of hanging out with the Inesa clan. Early in the morning while the air was still cool, some kids were climbing in a tree just outside Tensay's house. Not to be left out, Esubalew had to climb it as well. We laughed together as he maneuvered up the tree almost as deftly as a monkey. Yigram and I spotted him in case he fell, but he didn't fall and climbed up to the first branch, about head height.

After the customary breakfast of spiced injera, I interviewed Yitashu, Yigram, Tensay, and other family members about special memories of Esubalew as a child. I didn't have Binyam translate these simultaneously so that they could speak freely. I will have them translated for him as a special memento for him to remember times past and his trip here now.

After the interview, I was curious about the whip that Yigram was holding curled up in his hand. I wanted to hear the incredible crack that explodes from the tip of the leather whip as it swings around, breaking the sound barrier. Yigram is not a man of great stature, yet is quite strong and quick with it. He sauntered out into the field adjacent Tensay's house safely out of reach of us spectators, swung his right arm over his head, and with a mighty swing, the pop of his wrist, and ear-shattering CRACK! resounded through the air, the reverb tail taking a few seconds to sink below inaudibility. I was amazed at the tremendous loudness of the sound that he was able to make. Esubalew tried to replicate the sound, flailing his arms wildly in the air, nearly ripping his ear off with the whip, failing to make any noise sound off the tip of the whip. I tried as well with not so much as a soft click sound. There was a lot of noise coming from the peanut galley, however, laughing at our pathetic attempts to wield the whip. It would probably take both Esubalew and I a month of Sundays swinging the whip from sun up to sundown to be able to replicate the thunderous crack that Yigram produced so easily.

We were all enjoying ourselves. They asked me if I knew any games, and so I showed them a couple of wrestling games I learned from my camping trips as a youth. I asked if they had a pole or a stick that we could use. Tensay found one in his house. Sitting on the bare ground, two people put their feet together while facing each other and each grabs the pole. On the count of three, each person tries to pull the other person off the ground and over their head. I did pretty well at this one. I think the only person who beat me was Tensay.

We also did leg wrestling. Two people lie on their backs in opposite directions, both sticking the same leg (either right or left) up in the air and crossing it with the other person's leg so that the hamstrings are in contact with the others. On the count of three, each person tries to straighten their leg, squeezing their buttock muscles to try to fold and flip the other person over. Because I do a fair amount of bicycling, I did fairly well at this one too. Arm wrestling I'm not so good at. It was fun horsing around.

Over the next couple of days, we would distribute money to the various family members. Karla, Jacque, Esubalew, and myself budgeted to give them about what we would have expected to pay if we had had to stay at a decent hotel and pay for daily meals, about 480 birr/day, or about $43. This is paltry sum for us, but in a country where the average person makes just over $1/day, it is a considerable sum. In addition, prior to coming, one of my colleagues gave me $50 to give to someone in need in Ethiopia, and so I added that to the pool to divvy up between Esubalew's family. The pool came to 3000 birr. We deliberated for some time before Karla and Jacque left for Gonder about how divvy the funds between the family members, and with Binyam's help, we determined the best way. We decided to give Tensay more because of he aid he had been giving to Yitashu, letting her stay at his house, feeding her, and taking care of her needs. 1000 birr went to him. We gave 500 birr each to Tena Brahan and Lemlem Asafah, Nat Brahan and Morugheta Ashaguree, and Yigram Tena (Esubalew's cousin) because each had played a role in the festivities. The last 500 birr was split between Balko Morugheta (Esubalew's cousin) since he had had us over to eat a few times, and another lady who had supplied beer and the tarpaulin set up in Morugheta's front yard to shade everyone during the festivities I don't think any of them were expecting this gift, and all accepted it with deep gratitude.

Later in the afternoon, everyone played another long game of soccer. This game was less structured, and more of a free-for-all, but was plenty fun. Tomtum was able to play this time around. Towards the end, someone with a bicycle was riding on the field, and Esubalew tried to ride it as well. Everyone was thoroughly amused as he teeter tottered around on the bike, but once again, he proved quite deft on it, even in the rocky field. His USA brothers had taught him to ride when he was younger.

June 24, 2009 (June 17, 2001 Ethiopian Time)





Our last day in Inesa, but certainly not the least. Esubalew played a little bit of soccer with Tomtum in Tensay's yard in front of our tents. It was a beautiful morning as I recall. A slight chill in the air, but as the sun rose, it cast beautiful shadows, making the rural village quite picturesque. I took many pictures, including one of Tensay holding his prized AK-47, and some shots of Esu and Tomtum with his new soccer ball.

My friend Wandalah had requested a going away present the night before, and I decided to give him my favorite outdoors hat, my Quicksilver Wide brim hat, well worn from years of use. It was given to me by another friend many years back, but it seemed appropriate that it should go to someone here. I hope he enjoys it. I gave my shoes that I had brought with me to Tensay. I had planned to leave them in Ethiopia before returning home, and they fit Tensay's feet the best out of Esubalew's family. Esubalew gave his shoes to his brother Tomtum as a parting gift. Karla left her tent here when she left, instructing us to leave it with Yitashu and Tomtum. She also left them an inflatable camping mattress.


This being our last day in Inesa, we made the rounds to each house of Esubalew's relatives, first Tensay, then Tena, Balko, and Morugheta, having food and coffee at each house. We stayed the longest at Balko's. It was here that Esubalew told his family his complete story about what happened to him after those evil men took him from his mother. It is my understanding of Ethiopian culture that as a rule, neither men nor women show emotion by crying. Yet, as he told his troubling tale, there were many a wet eye in the mud house. With this in mind, it's not surprising that several times they asked Esubalew to stop telling his story, saying "it's too difficult to listen to, and "you're making your mother cry." Esu insisted on telling them the whole story, reassuring them "the worst part was over, and it gets better from here." I was touched as I watched his family grow closer together in understanding and love while listening to the hardships and successes of their blood relative. While very emotional, it made for a fitting climax to Esubalew's journey home to his mother's loving arms.



We snapped some more photos before we had to pack our bags and get ready to leave. We said our goodbyes and headed out. We had to walk over an hour to meet Doruje with the car, the road being too difficult for him to try to make the trip back. Many of the villagers walked out with us, helping to carry our bags. One of them even offered to carry my 50 lbs backpackers pack, but I politely refused. I was grateful however let someone carry my 25 lbs smaller bag though. The hike was rife rocks and canals and had plenty of ups and downs.

We made it to the car where Doruje was waiting patiently for us. At last we made it to, and we drove the rest of the way to Inspector Mogese's house. He insisted we come, have dinner and stay with him a night. We were happy to oblige his invitation. Without his efforts, none of this would have been possible. Piled in the car was Esubalew, Yitashu, Yigram, Jani (Esubalew's cousin), Getachew (cousin), Binyam, and myself. Getachew needed a ride back to Merto Lemariam where he goes to school. The rest came along to attend to the business of setting up bank accounts for Yitashu, as well as to be able to receive money that Esubalew or myself would send in the future.

At this stage of our journey, all of my camera batteries were nearly dead. I was very happy that I decided to invest in one more extended life battery before coming here as I used almost all of my battery power in Inesa. I asked Inspector Mogese if he had a place for me to plug in my my camera to charge it as it appeared as though they had electricity for the evening. For some reason, I couldn't charge it at Mogese's house, but they took me to a neighbor's house just a few houses down where I plugged in my camera charger. Phew! Crises averted! It's amazing how we take electricity for granted in the United States. While in Ethiopia, I had to take every opportunity to charge my batteries because I never knew when I'd have another opportunity to fill them up with juice.

The following day we planned to go north to Motta to open bank accounts for Esubalew's family, and in order to do that, they needed identification photos. I talked about this previously in another blog.

Inspector Mogese's wife made us the most delicious doro wot (chicken stewed in berbere (red pepper sauce) with hard boiled eggs) that I've ever had. OK, so I only had it a few times while in Ethiopia, but this was by far the best. The inspector was a very gracious host and insisted that we sleep in one of his two beds, the bed where his three children normally sleep. I felt bad displacing them, especially when I woke up in the morning to see the kids and everyone else in our party sleeping on the floor in the front room. I would have happily slept on my camping mat in my sleeping bag, but he wouldn't have it. At any rate, I was thankful for the restful sleep I obtained. They treated Esubalew and myself as honored guests, offering nothing but their best to us.

June 25th, 2009 (June 18th Ethiopian Time)


We arose bright and early. We needed to get an early start because we would be going north up to Motta before traveling south to Debre Markos. Getachew would be staying in Merto Lemariam to attend school, but Yigram, and Yitashu needed to set up a bank account so they would be able to receive money transfers from the US more easily, and Esubalew wanted to get some gifts for each of them.


We left around 8 in the morning, drove for several hours back up the bumpy dirt road to Motta. We got there around lunch time, so we got some tibs and injera.

Having filled our bellies, the shopping spree began. First stop: to get some fabric so Yitashu could make herself a new dress. She picked out a beautiful green striped pattern. Next, Yitashu, Yigram and Jani needed shoes. Yitashu found some to her liking right away, a pair of blue flats, but it some time for the other two. We went to three different shoe shops until they found something that they could use. They found some rugged looking work boots that had Adidas stenciled on one side, Nike on the back, and Rebok on the other. Gotta cover all your bases when it comes to fashion. Don't wanna be caught wearing the wrong brand would you? Then we searched two stores before we found some hair cream that Yitashu liked. Esubalew asked them if they needed anything else. Yigram and Jani looked around the market and pointed at some yellow jugs that they could use to store water, brew tela, or use for any number of purposes. They sifted through the various yellow jugs which were apparently used, bearing marks and scratches on them, but they were perfect for their needs. I'm not sure they could have gotten new ones even if they had wanted. We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto. Who knows whether those jugs carried water or some harmful chemical in them before we got them. All you could do was sniff the inside of them to find he best ones. They found two that were suitable and we were off again. We didn't take them all the way back to Merto Lemariam as that would have made out long drive ahead of us so long that it would have put us in Debre Markos too late. Doruje dropped them off at the bus depot in Mota, Esubalew said his reluctant farewell, gave them money to get home, and we pulled away down the road towards Debre Markos. I wish we could have stayed in Inesa longer. I was sad to leave my new friends. I hope I will get to see them all again one day.

We drove and drove southbound for several hours on dirt roads. At one point, we were nearly out of fuel, but when we found a place to buy fuel, there was no electricity. We had to pay black market prices, which were approximately $15/gallon, or about three times what it would normally cost. I was not happy with Doruje for letting the gas get like this, but we only bought a few gallons to last us until we got somewhere we could buy gas at normal prices.

We finally hit pavement around 5:30 in the evening (about 11:30 a.m. Ethiopian time). Lacking dividing lines marking separate lanes, needless to say it was a relief to be back on a smooth surface. Debre Markos was just a couple hours away.

Binyam and Doruje found a hotel for Esubalew and myself. It had a generator so I could charge the rest of my nearly dead camera batteries, since I was only able to charge one partially at Inspector Mogese's house. We unloaded our stuff into our room, took a well needed (cold) shower, and I did some laundry by hand with some of the laundry soap I brought.

We finished getting cleaned up, but Binyam didn't tell us where they would be, so Esubalew and I wandered the streets around the hotel looking for a place to eat. It was pretty apparent that we weren't going to get very far, not speaking Amharic in this unfamiliar place. Eventually giving up, we headed back to the hotel. Fortunately, Binyam and Doruje found us while driving back to the hotel. We went to a nearby restaurant and had some yummy Ethiopian food. It was raining when we arrived at the restaurant. Combine rain with the dirt sidewalks, and a janitor had a full time job keeping the tile floors of the restaurant clean. Despite that, the floors were immaculate. We had hardly sat down at our table and our mud tracks were gone. The food was delicious, but I have to admit that I was beginning to grow tired of the same food all the time. There is little variation in the Ethiopian diet that I observed.

Our bellies full and tired from a long day of travel, we called it quits for the day.

June 26th, 2009 (June 19th Ethiopian Time)

Our mission today: contact Dagne Zerue (Belaye Drese of Door of Hope Ministries' brother who lives in Ethiopia), find the Debre Markos school for the blind, take pictures of the place and people who live there, deliver the gifts to the people that Esubalew brought for them. It seemed easy enough, but in actuality, it turned into quite an affair.

Belaye gave us a number to contact Dagne, but it didn't work. Binyam really stepped up to the plate at this time. He started asking people if they knew where the blind school was located and if they knew Dagne Zerue. Miraculously, the first person we met not only knew the school as well as Dagne, but he worked there. This man hopped into the middle seat in the front of the car and guided us to the boarding house. Dagne was not there, and since he was our contact, our guide directed Doruje to Dagne's house. He wasn't home, but we found another person who knew where he was at the moment. Once again, Doruje proved his skill as a driver navigating the off-road ruggedness of the city streets, avoiding potholes with élan.

It was about his time that I started feeling morbidly sick. Montezuma's Revenge struck me, and hard! I took one of the Levaquin that my doctor in he US gave me in case of parasitical infection. Instead of making me feel better, I felt worse. Within 10 minutes of taking he pill, I had a skull shattering headache, my temperature noticeably rose, and I vomited. I told Binyam that we would need to find a doctor immediately. Thinking quick on his toes, he found me a great hospital where I was well taken care of by an English speaking doctor. My only complaint about the hospital was that when I had to suddenly defecate, they didn't have any toilet paper to clean myself with. The doctor prescribed me Cipro, the de facto drug for parasitical infection, told me to go and fill the prescription at a nearby pharmacy, and to come back after that to find out the results of lab tests run on my blood and stool. Having filled my prescription, I came back and thy told me my blood was fine and that there were just parasites in my stool. Thank goodness it wasn't malaria or yellow fever, or some other pesky disease. I think the severe reaction that I experienced earlier in the car was due to my body reacting against the Levaquin. Shame on my American doctors for prescribing me the wrong drug. I won't be going to see them again needless to say. All said and done, he doctor's visit cost me only $8, and our team only an hour. I highlight my experience at the hospital in a prior blog.

Crisis averted, we eventually found Dagne thanks to the kind gentleman who took time from his day to help us. For his kind services, we gave him 10 birr. He was with us the whole time through the hospital incident.

Dagne was happy to see us, though he thought we were coming two weeks earlier. He took us to back to the boarding house for the blind and gave us a tour of the facilities, which were nothing short of abysmal. The Ethiopian government gives the facility the equivalent of $10/month per person for each of the 97 students living there to cover food, clothing, bedding, and all other living expenses. It clearly showed. The bathrooms were highly unsanitary, and the beds were worn ragged. The people on the other hand were warm and friendly. They were happy to have us there, though we only stayed briefly. We asked hem what they were in need of most, and they said the number one need was food. Then they said, beds, housing repair/remodeling (particularly in the female house. They are using the bathroom to house three girls), Braille books, canes, clothes, new bathroom facilities. It breaks my heart that they didn't have enough food to eat. Next, they need clothing, mosquito nets and bedding.

When we were done, Dagne wanted us to meet his mother, and I offered to videotape a message from her to Belaye. She was a very cute lady. You could see the love in her eyes for her sons.

We took Dagne back to his house and Esubalew gave him he gifts he brought for the blind school, including some Braille tablets, a soccer ball with a bell in it, a pump, blind flash cards, Braille dominoes, and some Braille face cards. We thanked Dagne for escorting us into the living quarters of the blind school.

We got some lunch before heading out, and then I remembered that I forgot to take pictures of the students living at the boarding house! We would need to go back on our way out of town.



It was raining when we arrived again at the boarding house, but we gathered first the girls, then the boys in the protective covering over the entrance to their dorms. Esubalew sang some songs with each group in Amharic and the students seemed to enjoy having their picture taken. It is my hope that our efforts will generate some funding for these good people to take better care of their needs.

Later than projected, we started back for Bahir Dar. Thankfully the road is paved, though we couldn't really go much faster than 35 as the road twists and turns, and there are always people in the road walking to wherever, in addition to traffic in either direction.

Night had fallen by the time we made it to Bahir Dar. When we entered, we noticed there was electricity, so we took the opportunity to fill up the car. By the time we got to where hotels were, there was no electricity. Finding a hotel with a generator was difficult. On the fourth try we found on that was moderately expensive with a room, so we took it. We didn't have much choice but to pay the more expensive price. Esubalew and I had dinner at the hotel. The food wasn't very good. Funny how the more expensive hotels don't have good food, but it seemed the menu was tailored to foreign pallets, listing Ethiopian versions of American food, and Americanized Ethiopian food. At any rate I wasn't feeling it. The hotel did have generated electricity though, and on the TV was playing CNN. Michael had just died, and apparently that was the only newsworthy thing happening in the world, as that was literally the only thing they talked about. It's interesting to me that within the next few days I would be in Ethiopia and even through the first few days in the US, this would be the main newsworthy event.

I got to finish charging my camera batteries tonight.

June 27, 2009 (June 20, 2001 Ethiopian Time)




We drove back to Gonder to meet up with Karla and Jacque again. The mayor of Gonder, Habtamu, set up a private tour of Fasil Castle for us today at 3:00. It was wonderful to see this great historical site, and our guide was the top guy in charge of all historical sites in Gonder, but more particularly, Fasil Castle. He was very informative, and spoke english exquisitely.

It was after this we said goodbye to our trusty guides, Doruje and Binyam. Thank you for safely navigating us through your beautiful country!

In the evening, one of Habtamu's friends, the owner of Dashen brewery, invited the four of us to experience Dashen beer first hand. It was wonderful. With American club music playing, well dressed clientele, sitting outside in the lush landscaping, sipping on Gonder's finest brew was a very nice treat. This bar was swanky even for Hollywood standards, and here in Ethiopia, it was a real treat.

Following the brewery, Habtamu took us to a traditional Ethiopian night club where Karla, Jacque, Esubalew and myself, along with several of his friends. We danced and sang and made fools of ourselves.

Back at the hotel. Jacque packed her bags as she would be leaving Gonder in the morning. I interviewed her about the trip before she went to bed. I also was able to record some of Esubalew's thoughts on the trip. He talked about many things for quite a while.

June 28, 2009 (June 21, Ethiopian Time)

Today Karla, Jacque, Esubalew and myself did some souvenir shopping around town. It was Sunday, so there were many people walking around town in traditional Ethiopian clothing going to and from church. It was a warm day, and at one point we stopped and sat for a while in the park next to Fasil Castle. In the park is a magnificent ancient tree, whose branches spanned the entire park, with a radius of 30-50 feet. The branches were supported by beams.

One of my chores today was to find a soccer ball that I had promised to the kids of WOG when we left Gonder a week ago. I had a difficult finding one. I found a really nice ball, but the dealer wanted to charge me 200 birr for it, nearly $20 US. I didn't think it was worth that much, and he wouldn't barter with me. I found a lesser quality one for about 20 birr at a shop near our hotel. DEAL! I bought it, and Esubalew and I took it to the kids. The older kids quickly usurped the ball and were playing with it. The younger kids felt left out, and they convinced me to buy one for them. This time buying a ball was a major hassle. We looked at several places, the kids trailing me the whole way, which I think was a hindrance because the shop owners knew they could charge me more. The day before while walking around town, a kid who spoke English with exquisite fluidity introduced himself, and chatted with me while we walked for a while. Today he found me while I was looking for the ball. He found a ball for me at one of the shops where his friends worked. They wanted to charge me 100 birr for it, but by this time I just wanted to be done with the affair. The kid who found the ball for me wanted me to pay him for helping him find the ball. I told him to scram. Some other kids had joined in the parade, and after I bought the second ball, tried to get me to buy them one to. By this time, my generosity was drained and I forcefully told the kids "enough!" and stormed away, eager to be rid of them.

We went back to the hotel. Karla and I went on a walk, and I interviewed her about the trip in the middle of a residential side street that gazed upon a church. I thought it was a beautiful setting.

June 29-30, 2009 - (June 22-23, Ethiopian Time)

I flew back to Addis this morning, while Karla and Esubalew headed for Lalibela to see the famous rock hewn church there, often referred to as the Eighth Wonder of the World. I wish I could have joined them and done some sightseeing in this beautiful country. I hope to return one day to explore its offerings, and I hope to be able to see my new friends in Inesa again. I will remember you always.

Other than the incident that I wrote about previously, nothing of note happened in Addis before I came home. I did some souvenir shopping, and walked around, but I didn't really have anywhere to go, having spent all my money, given away my shoes, and not knowing a lick of Amharic.

I'm really grateful I got to witness the touching reunion of Esubalew with his once long lost relatives. It was a long and difficult road there, but well worth all inconveniences. I pray that their meeting will be a blessing to both Esubalew, as well as his family in Ethiopia.