The journey
here has been trying... Four hours spent at the leaking Bole International in
Ethiopia (not from the roof, but from pipes, assumed to be carrying water)
punctuated with its strongly visible culture. The airport is marked by
fantastic security, sponsored by AK-47s and X-ray guards who were kind enough
to let the guy in front of me take his butane torch with him on the plane, for
smoking purposes only, he says.
Calvin (to
be continued)