Saturday 24 December 2011

Little Fluffy Clouds

The passage through the Sudanese and Ethiopian borders was pretty quick (only an hour), after about 2 hours of Ethiopian driving the last very hot days in Sudan (40c) were soothed by the cooler temperatures of beautiful Ethiopia. The road to Gonder takes you up over the most stunning mountain landscapes. We saw clouds for the first time since we left home and I have to say I felt a sense of relief that it would not be so bollocking hot.

The landscape is lush too, the farmland reaches right up to the road. It was a bit of a surprise to see so much crops.  The villages we passed through had huts made from wood and thatch (Sudanese were mud and thatch)  these changed to small stone and mud houses.  Navigating the road through the villages was interesting, not only are there potential collisions  with donkeys rolling in the dust, cows standing and refusing to budge, sheep and goats darting about like tw**s,  camels loping about like bored teenagers; on one occasion  James weaved his way through fighting bulls. Not bad for an Essex boy. All of these however pale in comparison to the Ethiopian pedestrian.  Responses to there being a car on the road coming towards
them vary from 'well I aint gonna move any quicker', to what looks like a scene from the keystone cops  (old black and white movies) where they all shriek and run about then in to each other to total surprise, or sour disapproval that you should be there at all when they obviously need all of the road.
Our first stop over in Ethiopia was at Tim and Kim's village at Gorgora near lake Tana. This is a top venue set up and run as a project with the local community by Danish couple Tim and Kim. Tell you what i never thought i would be so pleased to see a clean working toilet with toilet paper . . . And after sudan we had the joy of a fully stocked bar from which we quaffed beer (for james) and red wine (for me). We spent two days here just faffing about and catching up with traveling chores (James finally having a shower and me doing the washing).










We had a trip though the village to the local church (oldest in area)  accompanied by tim and kim's dogs.   Don't think that impressed the locals too much.





 We then headed up north to Gonder. While our purpose was to see the castles in the royal enclosure in the first hour there James had treated me to a visit to the back of a shop to change money on the black market and to a brothel to get lunch (this last was a mistake but the food was good anyway).

The castles are rather fab and are steeped in truly gory history that you will have look up on Wikipedia.  The royal enclosure houses 11 castles which have a bloody history that includes the hanging of one of the queens from the battlements as  punishment for murdering the king's brother.  All quiet there now except for tourists and would be Rastas.
 
We liked Gonder. The folk were friendly and even the staff in the government owned
telecommunications  joined in the hilarity that james' passport photo induces (you have to produce this to buy a sim card).  The joke was on me though because I went back to the building the next day to return the sim card as it didn't work.  Instead of producing the receipt for the card I handed over the receipt for the pension we had stayed in telling the man that it wasn't good enough as it didn't work.  He looked relieved when James pitched up and gave him the proper receipt for the sim (which I had in my bag but didn't see through not wearing my specs). Ah that little episode made James laugh and smug for ages. Deep joy. The pension we stayed in not only had water but it was hot and I stumbled onto an unusual ceremony with the local church bloke who finished his blessing by literally throwing water into the faces of the devoted really hard.  I tried to not let them see me looking but it was well funny.
Leaving Gonder behind we went north to Debark which is where you access the massive Simieon mountains. James has been here before and he was keen for me to see the staggering beauty of the 4543 metre high peaks.  Well he is still waiting because our vehicle didn't have room for the compulsory scout you have to take with you so on we drove. . . . That night we found something rarer than hens teeth which was a bush camp with no visits from the inquisitive locals. The drive the next day through to Axsum  was er... character building. It started off through the  pass which had more hair pin bends than the Grimsel Pass x 100 and steep steeeeeeeep drops that within minutes had me a gibbering wreck. Sorry Jean my vertigo monster consumed any sense I was borne with, however my bravery genes kicked in when i was needed to film the drive for James. I look back with a mixture of pride, horror and amusement at the state of me trying to hold the video camera  and film the twists and turns over sheer drops for James while trying not to cry and throw up.





 The road became even more interesting when it turned into miles and miles and miles of construction.  The Ethiopian goverment is investing massively in road construction which means long delays for some, I have to say we were lucky and only had to stop for short periods . The delays were highly enjoyable for James who got to see some of his favourite machinery in action. CAT D8 bulldozers woo hoo!




We got to Axum and found our hotel without getting lost, playing tourists the next day we went to see the stellae and the queen of Sheba's bath and the following day peered over the church wall to look at the building which is supposed to house the Ark of the Covenant. oooooh.

We left Axum and I even did some of the driving but not on the hairpin bends that James is pretty damned good at, we bushcamped again this time in a baobab forest just north of a place called Sekota, it was a beautiful place if a little odd because of the trees.



We weren't alone for long though as the locals had spotted us and we became a good spectator sport. It was good fun though, we must have looked bloody odd to these people. Well we probably look odd to most people come to think of it. The next day we headed off to Lalibella........
 The churches at lalibella are magnificent. Lalibella is set high up in the maintains. They were built by king Lalibella who was also a priest. He is buried in a tomb in Golgotha church. Females are not allowed to go in only men and apparently by going in you are guaranteed a place in heaven.  Quite right too women have far too easy a life of it. Especially this one here.............
The amount of dedicated work that went into making the churches is impressive that and the very real devotion  the Ethiopians have in their christianity.











The rock hewn churches (yes they are carved out of solid granite) are beautiful inside too as they are decorated with the most stunning artwork.
We were super super lucky while wandering about as in one church we were allowed to sit inside while the priests held a service that included gregorian chanting. I have to say james and I came over all misty eyed.


After the spiritual beauty of Lalibella we set off the following morning for Addis Ababa. The drive was stunning and rose up to an escarpment of over 3000 metres. 

 At the top we were met by young lads selling hats who took us further up to where the baboons and the ibex hang out. James went right to the edge of the cliff I of course didn't.
 The young hat sellers were nice, all students  and all thought james was super cool which of course he is.   We arrived in Addis on James' birthday. The occasion was duly celebrated with beer then meatballs then lots of red wine with Igor and Johannes who are also staying in Wim's Holland House' primo camping spot in Addis. 
Amazingly since we last saw these two they have only had 2 accidents, Igor burnt the back of his leg on his bike exhaust and Johannes managed to ' ride into the ass of a horse'.  James would like to say a big thank  you for all his happy birthday  wishes, he had exactly the sort of birthday he likes....X

Today is christmas eve. The first one I have ever had  that has not been the usual traditional tinsel and turkey. I have to say that despite the lack of shopping stress I do miss Christmas back home. James is of course happy as a sand boy.  So all that I have time left for on this hot and sunny ethiopian afternoon is to say Happy Christmas to you all hope you have a fabulous time and especially my lovely Kate who I miss very very much.

Cheers everyone !!!!!





Saturday 10 December 2011

The Ship of Poo

TWe had met some great people and had some lovely times in Egypt but were more than ready to move on. Leaving egypt was difficult. Since the beginning of the journey we have been  delayed many times. This time the departure that would have taken us to sudan was blocked by a combination of corrupt officials, cultural laziness and a decrepit transport system that also worked against the foreign traveler. Especially the english foreign traveler. In the end we were delayed in Aswan for 2 weeks and only managed to get tickets for the ferry to Sudan because a group of us started calling our embassies. We spent our time hassling the ferry manager, the ticky Mr: Salah, and hung out with some lovely folk on their way north, Mary and Brett and the two Richards, this is us on a cruise on the Nile to Kitcheners Island.

We were due to leave Aswan on mon 28th . Milo would sail on the barge on the 29th. The ferry crossing was supposed to take 18 hours, milo's barge should take 36 hours. All in all we should be reunited in Sudan and be on our way by thursday. . . . . .
We had only seen photo's of the ferry on the tricky mr. salah's (nile ferries ticket manager) website, the reality was for me (dee) like one of those moments in a horror film where everything  is viewed down a
dark tunnel.  The ferry is known as the ship of poo.  The group we were travelling with
Roberto and Memmo (2 italian social  entrepeneurs), Igor and Johannes (2 german bikers), Julian and Victoria (2 german adventurers) and Mick (an australian dragoman driver that had been
separated from his passengers due to all the delays).
 Before leaving the UK I had read what I now believe to be some nutter's blog, that the ferry was a real opportunity to ´"engage with the sudanese people and if you had the chance you should
sleep on deck . . . Chat . . . Look at the stars"  yeah right. Getting on to the ferry was like being in the january sales from hell. Cramming on to the tiny walkway the sudanese carried boxes with tv's, fridges and bags of cement.


The ship was divided up into first and  second class as we hadn't been able to get a cabin we were deemed second class but were allowed to sit upstairs in the 'dining' room. Good job as the smell from down stairs was stomach churning. The dining room filled up with people who proceeded to eat smoke cheap fags shout. They were friendly and after james told then i was ill they offered up a corner table for me to slouch on. We had been on the boat 4 hours when finally it started the 18 hour trip to wadi halfi, one of the other over landers had got a double cabin, he didn't want me to share as he didn't want to catch what i had but he did let me put my bag in the spare bunk. James was a star, he told the captain i was ill and managed to get me a bit of space on the deck to sleep. So wrapped in my sleeping bag i lay on the deck and about every 2 hours made a rather tortuous journey down into the bottom of the boat to the toilet.


I dont think i can find the words to describe the toilet. It was a stand up affair with a tap in the bit you stood in. The tap was broken so your feet and trousers got soaked with stuff from ladies who had missed the poo hole. I had terrible shits and over the 18 hour journey i got pretty weak so my aim got worse. Lets just say i owe a lot to tesco's wet wipes.
 Arriving in wadi halfa  we had the same joy of getting off the ferry as we did getting on.   A short ride in a dodgy landrover later and we were in the 'town' after a bit of a look round we managed to get a
room with our italian friends roberto and memmo.

  We were stuck in wadi halfa for a week waiting for Milo to show up, over the week our behaviour amused our Italian room mates especially when we decided to put our tent up in the room to keep the mossies off.



   Eventually we got milo back and we set offfollowing the old railway tracks through the deserts of Sudan.
This was just the best ever. The drive was spleniferous, James was supersonic getting us over serious sand pistes. By the end we were covered in so much dust we looked like aboriginies. We wild camped in the most beatiful place, no one else around for 100´s of k´s.




We did this right through the desert, ending up camping by the Merow pyrimids and next to the Lion Temples before heading into Khartoum.

We spent the first night in the rather dodgy Blue Nile Sailing Club campsite but then caught up with our German friends and moved to the grandly titled National Residence Campsite. Yesterday we went watch the sufi ceremony at the Mahdi´s tomb, full on singing and whirling dervishes.

It was bloody great.
Sudan has been a wonderful country, the people are amazingly friendly and are a relief after the hastle of Egypt. Tomorrow we start our journey from here and head towards Ethiopia, we should be there by Wednesday.

Much love to you all but mostly to Fish XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX