Ethiopia

Sorry for the long silence; I've been on R&R in Ethiopia, land of stunning canyons, beautiful churches and terrible internet connections.

Colleagues from Juba put me in touch with a Man who Can in Addis, and he furnished me with a landcruiser, piloted by a charming Tigrain who claimed to speak English.  It took travelling buddy Chris and me half a day to discover that he responded to all questions with the word 'yes', and a further minute to learn the extent of his English.  Getting him to stop the car for a photo op was like halting a naughty pony, with frantic whistles and clucks from the back seat eventually doing the trick a mile down the road.

We have seen the monasteries of Lake Tana, the castles of Gondar, the churches of Lalibela and the nightclubs of Addis, and been hounded by tenacious hawkers and sticky children in all four.

High quality paintings on the walls of monasteries

Devil not enjoying himself

Ultimately a disappointing experience

In Bahir Dar we met the monk on the front cover of the Bradt Ethiopia guide (5th ed); I suspect his life has been made a misery by tourists pointing this out to him, and he must be looking forward to the publication of the 6th edition.  We also met some Israelis and Americans (good job we didn't run into any Muslims) and went to a bar that on close inspection turned out also to be a brothel.

A highlight was watching Arsenal's European Cup tie with Barcelona with 200 other people in Lalibela in a room the size of my bedroom.  When Arsenal scored the tin roof came off.  People waved their shirts around their heads and sang a song in Amharic, translated roughly as 'silence to the jealous man', a pleasing alternative to 'you only sing when you're winning.'

Sports Bar