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Day two

October 28, 2018 by Annie Anderson

Gooooood mooooorning Affrriiccaa!!!

Here are 20 things I learned about Ethiopia today….
1. There are thirteen months. 12 x 30 days and 1 x 5 days.
2. Their calendar started seven years after our Gregorian calendar did, so technically, today is the 12th day of the 2nd month, 2010.
3. Our times are different too. Their day starts at dawn being 0000. Sunrise is at 0600 and sunset at 1800 pretty much every day. So, with that logic 0700 is now 0100. 0800 is 0200 etc. Noon is 0600 and supper is 1200. There is much opportunity for time confusion as you can see.
4. The time change to MST is -9 hours and with daylight savings time ending next week it will be a ten hour difference.
5. Addis Ababa means new flower. The capitol city was moved many years ago to be on top of a mountain for greater security measures after the Italians tried to conquer the Ethiopians and colonize them. They were unsuccessful and ironically, now many people say “Ciao!” to each other. I am not sure if it is a thumb up the nose to the Italians or what, but I also find myself wanting to speak Spanish and that is quite strange to all involved.
6. The poverty line is $1.90 USD per day.
7. The two main religions are Ethiopian Christian Orthodox and Muslim. Call to prayer for the Muslims is broadcasted across loud speakers at 0500 our time, so you get to hear the chanting as your alarm clock!
8. Girls are married at 13 years old usually, polygamy is acceptable, and the number of children you have shows your wealth. Ergo the more kids you have the wealthier you are. Plus, so many kids die, you need to have extra for insurance purposes. I am not trying to be flippant, but that is their logic.
9. Women wear their wealth on their person, so if they are divorced or kicked out, what they have is what they get to walk away with. Things are slowly starting to change with divorce settlements, but not regularly.
10. Freedom of speech and the ability to take pictures is limited. If you are seen taking a picture of anything military or of high interest, you are subject to having your camera taken, being brought in for an investigation or jail time. Hence, probably not many pictures of these things from me.
11. Meat in the grocery store has a sticker on it, and it is labelled as “Normal meat”. What is this???? Goat? Sheep? Beef? Horse? Dog??? NO IDEA. I am considering a vegetarian diet….
12. There is no Fido petting here. Death by a rabid dog bite is a real concern.
13. People are not innocent until proven guilty here. It is guilty as accused until proven innocent. Street justice is encouraged.
14. The plastic bags feel about 5x thicker than our grocery store bags.
15. Coffee = Bunna. Tenadum = Sage. Put the two together and it is DELICIOUS.
16. Ishi=okay Ow = yes. Abakoh = please
17. Abakoh bunna sitoin = Please give me some coffee.
18. Grass on the stairs into the entrance of a home is laid down as a way to honor the guests coming in.
19. Popcorn sprinkled with sugar, not unlike kettle corn, is served in a coffee ceremony to honor guests. A focaccia type bread is also served with mashed Burberry spices was also delicious. Who knew it was more than a purse and fashion line from England?!?!?
20. Life expectancy is 63 years old which is a huge improvement from even ten years ago when it was 49.

We then went to the SSCM (Support Street Children & Mothers) training school Canadian Humanitarian sponsors. They are training students to learn how to be 1. Metal workers, 2. Wood workers, 3. Electricians or 4. Hairdressers.

You will have to wait to see the inspirational poster pictures taken. Loved them!

We then had lunch at the Lucy Restaurant that is right beside the Ethiopian History Museum. Lucy is the name of the first humanoid skeleton found here dating back 112 million years ago. The people here think they are where civilization started. There is also a lot of Jewish heritage here.

We then made our way to the Gulele centre yesterday for our first medical/dental sessions.

Canadian Humanitarian has ten centres around Addis and area as well as in the country of Malawi. We will be going there after our two weeks here. They are centres that the poorest kids (as identified by the government and community elders) that are at the most risk for either dying, being taken into the prostitution lifestyle due to lack of choices etc. These centres have kids that game in numbers between 22-70 in any given centre. They participate in being supported to go to school, after school care where they have access to cleaning their teeth every day (which almost never happens to kids here due to the lack of access to running water) as well as a meal every day, after school programming that includes art, drama, singing, crafts etc…. All the children are also either living with single parents or are doubly orphaned and have been taken in by a relative with no other family. Their guardians have access to some supports as well for things like health education. HIV/AIDS support with access to medications like AZT and the proper nutrition required to not have these drugs make them sicker, health and dental care for the kids in the program.

Some of the things we did there was to take pictures of all the kids, fill out intake and assessment forms, do medical assessments, dispense medications prn and make referrals for things/prescriptions needed that we didn’t have.

Some of the patients I saw yesterday were the following….
1. Mother of 7, her four youngest died over the space of one year, as well as her husband. It was attributed to TB, but something wasn’t quite right in the history of her life, but we couldn’t figure out what…until the dentist called us over to look at her youngest surviving son who had Mullbury Molars. It makes the teeth look like cauliflowers on the top, and it is a sign of congenital syphillis. It is likely what her husband and kids also died of.
2. A mother seven years ago in delivery had her bladder torn away and now it sits on top of her vagina and gives her challenges when urinating. I then demo’d keigel exercises on the floor to have her help strengthen her pelvic floor muscles, as surgery is not an option for her. She will have to live with this forever likely.
3. A 15 year old girl with chronic ear infections now has bilateral blown ear drums and needs tympanoplasty, which she will likely never receive and will eventually go deaf.
4. A 14 year old boy with staph infections on his legs with impetigo and open sores all over his ankles. Antibiotics given to save his legs.

I have learned the kids here have a very high pain tolerance and acceptance for their ailments without complaints.

Our day started at 0700 and finished at 2300! Good night everyone!

Perspective and appreciation… – India #5

October 25, 2018 by Annie Anderson

Perspective and appreciation start to set in for real now…
Howdy,

After breakfast with Sonja, we hopped into a trusty cab off to the airport. We were able to send a quick blog before boarding and then hopped on the plane. The security there at the airport was stellar compared to in Bangalore where they never even compared out ticket to our passport or anything!

Ever been somewhere super hot and they have those super fine misters to cool you down? Our airplane had them on the inside! YAY! It was super cool and relaxing on the flight, with no real events to speak of until we started our descent. The smog we were trying to cut through was so thick, it required our plane pullout a knife to lead the way through.

Having been to Los Angeles I thought I had seen smog and pollution, but never have I seen anything like this…and flying over the stick huts and tents and freaky places right away put Amber and I on hyper alert. As we neared things, our spidey senses started to really tingle and we made an executive decision to upgrade our accommodations to that of a 5 star hotel, not the local flop house that was the original plan. Once we did that, we signed up for our tour of the Taj Mahal and two other fort/shrines and hopped a taxi to our new home. Even more were we reaffirmed of our good decision as we passed unbelieveable poverty, filth, criminal looking people and just plain scariness.

When we reached our hotel we were pretty freaked out. I am still shocked at how shocked I was, as I thought I had been desensitized with my various trips, and even with what we had seen in Goa and Bangalore, but I was 100% wrong. Dead wrong.

When we pulled up, our hotel was like an oasis in the desert to two weary travellers. Going to the front desk and checking in, then heading up to our rooms, we passed security guards at the door, gun detectors before being able to go into the elevators. We felt much better! Our room was on the 18th floor and we could barely see out of it due to the pollution. ICK! Upstairs for dinner as we did not want to venture out at all. Bed time was super great as we crashed hard! Off to the Taj Mahal tomorrow!

See you there!

A & A

The Serenity Prayer – India #2

August 25, 2018 by Annie Anderson

Learning the true meaning of the “Serenity Prayer”
Well folks,

Here it is again, time to blog. If only everything was this easy here. To pick up where we left off yesterday, Amber and I went to go see a travel agent to get our tickets to Delhi secured. Sonja had suggested we go to several to make sure we got the best price.

Well, the first one we went and saw was in a nice clean establishment, but the ladies who operated the desk were less than friendly. Apparently service does not always come with a smile. To make a looooooooooooooong story short, we decided to leave their establishment, in search of travel agent number two. She was busy, so we went across the street to door number three. After much discussion with him, his price was significantly higher than the rude women, but we didn’t want to buy tickets from them based solely on principle, so we returned to door number two. She was again busy, but with another customer.

Deciding now we could take things into our own hands and just buy the tickets online, we went back to our internet cafe and logged into 4 different Westjet type local airlines to do our own shopping. One hour later, we decided on what we were going to buy, to only then find that you could only purchase them with a LOCAL Indian credit card. VISA just won’t do everywhere I guess.

Back to door number two. Still busy.

In an effort to gain some perspective, we decide lunch is in order, and then we can meet up with Sonja after she has done her yoga.

Good thing Captain Highliner makes tuna in a can, cause Amber still decides she doesn’t like curry and things like vindaloo and masala just don’t sound like something that doesn’t have curry in it…so tuna sandwiches will now be her staple lunch. Sonja and I however dive face first into curried this and spicy that, naan bread with spinach and hummous dip, rice and of course…chai tea.

Lunch now over, Sonja heads to the internet cafe and we head back on our hunt for the elusive plane ticket.

Back to door number three. We inform him of our new pricing that we got on the internet and he agreed to match it. However, what we then found out was that allegedly the prices change from minute to minute, and that the price was now several hundred dollars more, only 20 minutes later. Hah, I say!

Principles out the window, we truck back up to door number one, almost 4 hours later now, tell her which airlines we want tickets on, negotiate the “fee” for using their Indian credit card, and walk out with tickets only $2 more than what we could have paid ourselves if we had had our own card.

Are you confused and exhausted now just reading this? My shoulders are cramping remembering what it took to finally get it done.

In an effort now to relax, we head to the beach. It is then we try and negotiate a scooter for Sonja to ride for the week. She has found that it is much more expensive here than in Mysore, so she has started to choke on the price the guy is haggling with her for the scooter, and I am sure I am going to need to set down my bag and start the Hindlick remover on Sonja!!!

We finally get him down to a price she can live with, take the keys and saunter past all the gyspies selling their wares in wooden scaffolding type huts and down to the beach.

It was beautiful to see the Arabian Sea. I thought perhaps it was the Indian ocean, but I was wrong. Very warm indeed to stroll through. We had found out though that the beach just near our hotel is much nicer, so with Sonja behind us, Amber and I head out in a motorized rickshaw for the drive back. The driving still is crazy, no matter how long we are here, I don’t think it will cease to amaze, frighten and baffle us!

Once we were back at the ranch, we checked out our own beach. Much nicer, certainly less rocks, but still the same peddlars hawking their wares. We each had a Kingfisher beer, only 750ml each! Barely worth opening the bottle! Watching the sun set, an Indian woman meditated on the rocks with the water lapping over her legs and hips. It was very serene just to watch her.

Amber and I played around being cover models for Sports Illustrated, but I don’t think we will make any covers any time soon.

It turns out though, that Indians don’t know what a cart wheel is! I was suddenly struck with the desire to cartwheel down the beach near the water, so I had Sonja tape it for me. When I was finished, there were two Indian women sitting there slack jawed, and she said, “What was that? How did you do it? What do you call that? Why did you turn your self upside down like that?” When she still didn’t get it, I did a few more and the two of them were giggling like school girls. I found out tonight from Sonja that they also don’t take swimming lessons, so most of them don’t know how to swim either.

After that, an Indian couple wanted to have us in their pictures, so they could show their family what Canadian girls look like, and ones that can turn themselves upside down while flipping down the beach….Too bad I didn’t have a touque on while I was doing it…cememt the image of a crazy Canuck once and for all.

The evening meal was next….at about 930 pm. It is too hot to eat earlier. Guess what Amber had? A pancake!

Sonja had something with curry in it, and I just told the waiter to surprise me….just no fish! I ended up with Chicken Masala and some weird rice, but it was delicious. And Amber had a pancake….

How much more fun could we girls have in the rest of the night you ask? Well, we needed now to do laundry. Everything we have is soaked in sweat and sand and who knows what else, and we all needed to scrubs socks etc.

Is there a washing machine here you ask? Nope. We had a bucket and my nail brush. Amber brought some laundry detergent with Downey, and away we went, mp3 player in hand, or rather ear…and scrubbed away.

When we were finished, it looked like a yard sale with all our clothes hanging out to dry wherever we could put them. The clothes line was full, the window rod was full, the hooks in the bathroom now occupied…

I went outside to relax in the hammock for a bit with my music while Amber was inside, only to have the rope break just after being attacked by some form of vampire ant….my arm with fang marks in it, bump on my head from crashing to the ground, and sweaty again from the heat only having just got out of the shower. Argghh!

I have to go eat something now, and shower after the day we have had, so I will end this now….

Stay tuned to find out what Amber ate today, where we went and how we managed to evade the Hell’s Angels of India in a ride for our lives on our scooters….oh, and creepy back room parlours….

We fly to Delhi tomorrow, so once we are estabishished, we will see about connecting up again before we hit the Taj Mahal….

Later skaters!

Annie and Amber

GDPR….. What the heck?

June 26, 2018 by Annie Anderson

So apparently there is a GDPR that gummed up the works for auto notifications of new posts.  I confess I don’t know what it is all about… But as you can see, there is a new section to my blog all about my Keto! journey.  Follow along for updates!

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