Tuesday, October 30: This morning, we pack up for our return trip to Addis Ababa. We eat a breakfast of omelets: Ed has an Ethiopian Omelet with tomato, onion, & chili, and I have an Omelet a la Bishangari, with mango, pineapple, banana and sugar. I’m surprised it has more of a savory flavor than sweet. We drink fresh papaya juice and coffee. The tea and coffee set-up harkens back to British colonial days and adds a nostalgic ambiance to our morning. It’s our last day here and I’m sad to leave.
We take a walk along the lake edge to check out the shorebirds. The day is crisp and breezy; the clouds are in fine form in a hazy blue sky. Ed is hesitant to cross outside of the fenced-in area of Bishangari Lodge, but I figure we went there last night and it was perfectly fine, so why not? He’s afraid we’ll be harassed by the locals for money or handouts. I’m not worried because I know how to say no and how to ignore people who harass me. I’m determined to cross no matter what he decides to do. In the end, he comes along.
Our adventurous foray is richly rewarded. We see speckled pigeons, little egrets, white and gray pelicans, cormorants, and ducks. They allow us to approach them without flying away. We linger for a long time, creeping silently closer. Finally, after most of them leisurely swim or fly away, showing no fear of us at all, we make our way back to the lodge. We meet an olive baboon and stroll under more amazing ficus trees. Then we head back on the road for our trip to Addis Ababa.
In the evening, when we return to Addis Ababa, we eat a meal that Ed’s housekeeper/cook Kitay has prepared for us: injera, wat, cabbage & potatoes, lentils. We top it off with some Montrouge Merlot. Later, Ed shows me pictures on his computer, but when I want to show him pictures of my time in Greece, he’s not really interested.
As there is really nothing to do in the evening, he suggests we watch a movie. Just as he’s about to put it on, he says he needs to make a business call to the U.S. I wait. And wait. Finally I go upstairs to read, and hear him chatting away on Skype to his sons. He is heading back to the U.S. on Saturday, and today is Tuesday, so I figure the conversation will be short. It isn’t. As a matter of fact, I give up and get in bed to read, telling him I’m no longer interested in watching the movie. This is one time I wish I had the numbers of my colleagues so I could join them somewhere in Addis for some fun.