Ethiopia: The Metet Prohibition and the forgotten Kchat issue
It was a Sunday so we drove through the light traffic, stopping off for a cool glass of water at a cafe, before arriving at my host’s house. Having stayed in many different places in the world, I was not sure what to expect. Last year, I spent a short time at a homestay in Nicaragua in a village on one of the islands, and a few nights on a remote farm in Uruguay. Both places were very basic in comparison to my home in the UK, and having been advised that the accommodation here would be similar, I was interested to see where I would be staying. It is true to say that my host’s house does not perhaps have the amenities I am used to, but the comfy bed and warm hospitality I received more than makes up for it.
Fully expecting the traffic to be busy on Monday morning I was pleasantly surprised. While it was busy, there is an order to the traffic and it is nowhere near the near-death experience it can be on, say, the roads in Hanoi or Ho Chi Min City in Vietnam with all the bicycles and motorcycles that dodge in and out and often drive on the pavement!
Having only been here for a couple of days I know I’ve not yet started to experience life in Addis, and Ethiopia, to the full. It’s true to say that I’m a little apprehensive about having to navigate the city on my own in pursuit of finding out what it has to offer. Maybe this is healthy and natural and I should heed my instincts while I’m getting to know the people and culture. There are very real dangers that a lone woman may face in any big city, but hope that my positive experiences so far will continue.