Wednesday 23 May 2012

Cycling Ethiopia - the White Walking Wallet!

We entered Ethiopia through Metema, which is the border town to Sudan. The first hotel we stayed in asked us, as we realized later on, a horrendous price for its shabby 3 x 3 m bedroom with a ventilator. We paid 100 Birr, which we realized was a farenji (name for a white person) price. The room according to our experience so far would have been worth a mere 40 Birr. The price had increased of 150%! Thanx to the stupidness and goodwill of the farenji!


1 month later we entered a town north of Butajira, some 100 km south of Addis Abeba: at first the price of the hotel room was to be 150 Birr. Then, after asking the young boy who first helped us, we realized that the price was "only" 100 Birr.  When it came to dinner, the young man calculated the meal price for us, but when he came back with the bill, it had gone: the lady running the hotel had just decided to add about 50%! The next morning we ordered two coffees just to realize when paying that the farenji price for coffee had increased of 66%! When confronting the owner with our facts he would try to convince us that these were Habasha prices (Ethiopian prices). And he would pretend to get angry to make us feel bad!


We slept in a place called Mirab Abaya in a cheap hotel with a beautiful courtyard. Leaving in the morning the owner opens the gate and asks me, while I push out the bicycle, "Give me money"!!!!!! As if one could just ask a client who leaves after having paid to give him money! What is in the heads of Ethiopians???


Sometimes when asking at the reception if the price given to us is a farenji price, the answer is no. "So there is no difference in price between farenji and Ethiopians?" No, is the answer. Cross checking we find out that our Ethiopian neighbour pays less than us. So there IS A FARENJI PRICE! And yes, that was a double lie! in our face! straight!

The prices in Ethiopia are not high. The question is not about the amount one pays but more a philosophical one: does one pay for a service or does one pay a price because his/her skin is white and not brown?
We have had our thinking and problems with this in Jordan, Egypt (not in Sudan!) and now again in Ethiopia. What people here don't seem to realize is that if the service is good and the price is cheap we will tip a lot, be happy, come back and make publicity for their hotel, restaurant or what it may be. On the contrary, if we feel cheated we will not tip and, worse, we will not talk well about the place we have been.
Or in other words: the white walking wallet, if not treated fairly, will not be lucrative in the long run!

When cycling in the country side, one has a lot of time to see the country and listen to the thousands of "Fareeeeeeenjiiiiiii!", "Money" and "Fuck you!" one is being shouted at. What strikes us is not so much the fact that these words are repeated over and over (which makes the day very very tiring!) but more so that if not giving money, it seems appropriate to throw stones or shout "fuck you!" or "motherfucker". Sometimes adults do intervene but many time adults are around and don't say anything or even smile or even yell themselves. Just to make things clear: most of the time it's kids asking for money, pens or clothes. But many times it's also adults and elder teenagers asking us to contribute to their well-being. 
There seems to be a general assumption that the farenji coming on his bicycle is here to distribute money, pens, clothes or other items. 


Meeting the above mentioned mindsets once a day is saddening, having to deal with it every minute is just ANNOYING! Worse: it does not stop throughout the day! It starts when leaving the hotel compound and ends when re-entering the new hotel compound! We start to understand why farenjis need some "safe" place to hide away! It's sad but understandable. We would love not to feel like that, but so far our experience has taught us exactly that! And because every Ethiopian wants something from us, we don't want to meet new people! This is horrible for traveling in a country by bicycle! It's like ignoring the people and trying just to enjoy the landscape when no "Farenjiiiiiii" is reaching your ears!!!

One day, we pass a village and some girls run after us. As I turn around I see one of them throwing a stone that first hits the ground then the trailer. This time is too much! We already had some stone throwing kids that day and I just had enough! I stop the bicycle, throw it to the ground in the middle of the street and run after the girl who has thrown the stone! I catch her after maybe 100 m and shake her. She screams and is scared to hell. Immediately adults gather and come up with the usual "she is just a kid" stuff. I let go and walk away. Arriving back at the bicycle there is a crowd and the English teacher with whom we discuss the matter. In the end he apologizes, I shake hands with the girl (on my demand!) and we leave. it's just been one time too much! We don't think that any kid in this village is soon going to throw stones at farenji again!

Leaving Ethiopia through the southwest we stay overnight in Omorate, our last village in Ethiopia. The price for Injera is double as is the price for softdrinks!
When cycling through the No-Man's-Land between Ethiopia and Kenya, we loose our way and end up asking in a village. The kids show us the way to the road (about 200m!) and of course want something for their service. We don't want to give. And it ends as one of the less nice encounters in Ethiopia: the kids steal Yann's Nalgene bottle and a jar of Nutella and one of Peanut Butter! What a "lovely" Ethiopian farewell! ;-((

All these encounters happened to us while cycling in Ethiopia. We can't talk about how it is if someone is traveling by car or public transport. But one thing is for sure: we do strongly advise against cycling in Ethiopia! 


Sorry to the few nice and friendly Ethiopians we met, but THIS was our main experience!

Ethiopian people - the Omo Valley

Leaving Konso, there are at least 17 tribes in the Lower Omo Valley. The region is very touristic and the tribes are used to having tourists coming in their 4x4, taking pictures and paying 1-3 Birr per picture! We felt a little odd and reduced our photo taking. Paying for pictures is unusual and as can be seen on some pictures, the pictures look unnatural.
Nevertheless it was one of the nicest travel parts in Ethiopia.






paying for the picture: it's visible, no?









Konso Cultural Landscape - UNESCO World Heritage

By chance, we happened to be in Konso just at the right time: there was a 3 days World Heritage Inauguration Ceremony. Konso people dressed up traditionally and we helped the Konso Cultural Center set up by the Italian to capture this unique event! Some traditional craftsmanship was showed. It was a fascinating experience!
Here are some captured moments. Enjoy!

molding bracelets out of empty bomb shells from Somalia (!)







One of the seven (or was it nine?) clan leaders

Preparing the cotton thread

Every centimeter is handmade





Dancing 



Local beer makes you smile!




Don't ask why he painted in white...





Traditional and petrol products both have their existence.







Ethiopia - southwest from Arba Minch to the Omo Valley

After the crocodiles of Arba Minch we left towards less habitated areas of Ethiopia: down to Konso and then west to the Omo Valley to Omorate. The nature became more dense again, there were less people (we enjoyed it very much!) and it got hotter and hotter while the road deteriorated to end as a real DIRT road!

Girls carrying fire wood - it's a women's world!!! 

There be rain, there be sun - fire wood is a daily duty.

Material for the roof?

Konso: there is no social net for the unfortunate child seen as "mad". One only looks at him but passes by. We stopped and asked what this boy had. An Ethiopian explained to us that we ought to make something for the boy: take him to hospital or something else. Yann got really mad: it's not the farenji's duty to come and save children that the Ethiopian society banishes, it's the Ethiopian's responsibility! The Ethiopian adult was taken back, but started doing "something". Later that day the boy was still there...


Terracing the land for agriculture.


It's all handwork


Running for the farenji (to later steal  his bread!)


Roads in Ethiopia go up and down and up and down and...

Where has the tarmac gone?

Cotton production.

Foot jewelry. 
Dirt road and two (still) happy bikers!


The tribe of the Arbore.

Cow game,  one time they can feed and one time they will be eaten (Yann didn't get it all!)



Quite good dirt road, we just didn't know it at the time.

Blossoming cactus.

It's the rainy season, but we were lucky. We had only some times rain.

Traditional transport...

...more modern transport.

Rain in front, rain to the left, rain to the right, but none on our way!

First river to be crossed carrying our luggage and bikes.

Don't step on the ants, it's bad for your karma.

Corrugated road - it's definitely NOT fun! It shakes your bones and rattles your whole body.

Self critical observation?

One of the local shops in Turmi.
Carrying water from the borehole home (and making some money selling a picture opportunity to the farenji!)


After that she became a photographer and took a picture of us. 







Anyone knows what animal this is?

Meet the dusty crazy driver!

Termites...

Rain to the right while cycling into Omorate, our last village in Ethiopia. 

This are no larves, these are local boats to cross the Omo River , and we are going to cross the Omo river in them....!!!

A night of rain and the main road in Omorate becomes difficult to travel on...

Crossing Omo River....

Yes, we made it dry to the other end!


Cycling towards Kenya - still a lot of children


The last civil station in Ethiopia: an immigration officer complained about the uneducated pastorals, the little education in Ethiopia and the much higher education in Kenya. He concluded with: "they had colonization, we didn't. Maybe we should have had...!!!!!"

Ethiopian military post at the border to Kenya. A new country is waiting!!!!