Well, I timed that badly.
I need to be at the airport for about 3pm.
Lack of the usual Ethiopian chaos meant a stress-free cruise through the Awash National Park dodging evil looking baboons and back into Dire Hell for 09:30.
The entire journey took just over an hour.
Oh, and perhaps Mekonnen (who so kindly gave me his phone number on the journey out last week) would like to explain why he charged 100 birr (about £4) while the unnamed kid driving this one charged just 20 (about 75p)
I hate Dire Diwa (actually pronounced Deeeeeerrrrrrr Daaawaa) with a passion. It’s vile.
It’s a baking dusty city with corpses lining the streets. The few residents that are still alive wish they weren’t and seem to feel the need to take out on any passing Ferrangi.
Stepping off the minibus early to avoid the bus station idiots, I was mobbed.
It’s not friendly mobbing like in Harar though. Here, the shouts of “YOOOU! YOOU! YOOU!” are a lot more sinister and seem to consist of lunging. I mentioned in an earlier post what happened to the shoulder of the first person to lunge at me. You’d think they would’ve learnt their lesson.
“Ayi” (No) I kept walking. Usually enough in the rest of the country, that I’ve seen so far.
There was a scream behind me, hands firmly on my pockets (you don’t get me with that one) I turned to find a would-be taxi driver having a major tantrum.
I slapped some hands away and headed for the Blossom Hotel where I’d spent last week (you are reading this stuff right?)
Amazingly, they still haven’t fixed their Wifi.