Day 098 Ethiopia : Gorgora

It was a dark and stormy night.

Honestly, it was!

We had pitched the roof tent and awning and eventually at 2am in the pouring rain had gone outside to pack the awning away for fear that the wind would whip out the leg pegs and guy ropes.  But by the time we got up after a long and relaxing lie in (till 10am!) the sun was shining and it was a glorious day. So we duly kicked off the winter sleeping bags and set about brewing some fresh coffee.  The night before we had arranged with Kim for a dozen fresh eggs and a quarter round of Ethiopian bread (more about this later...) and whilst we were sitting coffee and admiring the view - which, by the way is incredible, she delivered them to us.  Breakfast as you can imagine was gloriously, freshly-laid, freshly collected, marigold orange-yolked fried eggs and bread - although this was not so yummy.  Ethiopian bread is made with standard ingredients of flour, yeast and water but the bread is not allowed to rise and is cooked immediately in an oven leaving the centre quite doughy and the whole thing heavy and very chewy.  But for today, it filled our tummies.

Not wanting to trek up to the shower block, and with millions of litres of water available just in front of us, we set about heating up water for a shower.  Hooray, a hot shower at last!  Although you have to get your head around the colour of the water which at the moment due to the rains, is the same Ethiopian Brown of the Blue and White Niles in Khartoum.  mmmmm.

After a spot of lunch we went for a walk around the bay below the campsite.


Trevor did a spot of fishing and hunting for supper.....

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... and I ended up making a lamb curry that we shared with Tim and Kim.

We spent another 2.5 hours lazing on the rocks in the warm African sun, alternating between reading and taking photos (me - although the photos of the animals weren't good enough to use), fishing and hunting (Trevor) and watching an array of wildlife reveal itself to us - a couple of banded mongooses, a troupe of vervet monkeys and birds and insects too many to identify and mention individually.  At one stage a local fisherman (yes, he did catch some) paddled past in a traditional papyrus canoe. a_SG102552

And the world was good.

#1 gary on 7.30.2009 at 11:31 AM

Hunter man go gather food. Ugh, bring down heap animals with heap big spear.

It looks really nice out there, but it doesn't have the lovely rainy qualities of england.