I took Mekonnen's number, hopped out of the minibus into the chaos of Harar's old town and straight into a Bajaj. "50 to Tsadikan Tesfaye?" The driver agreed. It's cheaper out here than Addis evidently.
"Hotel Tsadikan very very bad"
I nodded, of course it was! No doubt your brother's uncle owns a hotel much nearer and with a 'special price'?
We pulled up outside a bar and the driver indicated the building with what looked worryingly like a concerned expression.
My booking for Tsadikan Tesfaye (pay on arrival) was for a 'Premium Room', by far the most expensive of the whole trip there hadn't seemed to be much option in this city. (Turns out it's a local holiday)
I entered the bar and was greeted by three kids and a prostitute.
One of the kids led me to a row of shacklike rooms where a middle aged wreck of a man was dealing Qat, clearly having been sampling his merchandise.
"I show you room!"
I can't wait....
He pushed open a broken door to reveal a stinking hovel with a bed in the middle, literally no other facilities.
"No water. You ask, we bring bucket"
"So how much do you want for this?"
He regarded the booking sheet, I'd given him.
"Well....nice meeting you!"
I caught a bajaj back to the main hotel in the middle of the city, which also didn't have any rooms.
After fighting with Ethiopian internet for an hour I managed to get the last room at the Winta Hotel. While definitely not cheap (but still cheaper than a backpacker dormitory in Europe) the pictures speak for themselves...