"You pay for last night!
I've already paid!
No! You pay! 209 birr!
Ok, I'll pay for the night I've already paid for again BUT I want to cancel my six nights end of this month.
Oh! You paid! I make mistake! I very sorry!
Welcome to the famous Taitu Hotel. The place Evelyn Waugh wrote 'Scoop' and where instead of hard hitting journalistic satire I write about drag queens called Countess Chlamydia.
Or at least I would if the internet connection A. worked properly and B. wasn't chargeable!
The only place I can get a signal is on the terrace. It's the height of the wet season. I sit between storms fighting with an appalling connection that I'm actually paying for!
The rooms are grim. Just $11 but freezing owing to the stupid shutters in place of windows. There's an enormous hole in the wall where presumably a sink once stood. It's the only place in Ethiopia so far where Ferrangi seem to outnumber Ethiopians. The Ferrangis run up and down the corridor all night screaming and vomiting. Whether drink or injera induced, I'm not sure, actually it's probably unlikely any of this lot have encountered injera. They seem to be gorging on terrible cheeseburgers. Look Mummy! Look Pongo! Look Nanny! I'm so brave! I'm going to ETHIOPIA!!!!!! Of course I'm not leaving the compound of the Taitu! I might see a black person!
The Taitu has an idiotic system whereby you supposedly hand in your valuables such as laptop on your way out, depositing them in a locker, which you buy the padlock for separately. A suggestion would be, perhaps secure the bedroom doors with locks that work?
Half the Taitu burnt down in 2015. Allegedly the Addis Ababa Metropolitan Fire Service weren't answering the phone and by the time someone had driven out to their station most of the Taitu was a pile of rubble.
It still is a pile of rubble.