Saturday night was a busy one for the Blossom Restaurant. Perhaps down to the completely lackluster choice of eateries in the city or possibly down to the fact that you risk being turned into human injera attempting to cross the insane traffic circle to the only hotel in town doing reasonable (ish) food.
Either way the restaurant was full. Except for one table. I'll eat there then. Oh, but there's a problem. Some CRETIN (seems to be a word in common use for the lovely inhabitants of Dire) has spread his crap all over it! Bunches of flowers and what appears to be his shopping. The waiter asks him to remove it. He says "Ayi" (No) and the waiters shrugs, turns to me and says "No table!"
I pretend not to understand and it's all getting a bit embarrassing for the poor waiter and I find myself relegated to a table on the terrace where I'm joined by a local cat who commiserates with me. ("You think you've got it bad? I actually have to live with these peasants")
After an hour a waitress strolls out and takes half my order before getting bored and wandering off. I call her back and try to extract some lamb tibs out of her.
I order a drink, yet again it's a variation on Papaya juice. Either it's Papaya season or they have a serious fetish in this town. Papaya is to Dire Dawa what Polenta is to the Romanians.
I eat my Tibs with my feline companion who excuses herself halfway through the meal to slaughter something in a nearby bush.
I pay (waiting nearly an hour for the bill) and return to my internet-less room. Outside on the scrubland is the clear silhouette of a contented, tibs stuffed cat having a long and satisfying crap.