Saturday, October 27: This morning, I wake up feeling sick. I don’t know what it is, but it involves severe cramps and a wicked headache, as well as general malaise. I blame the malaria medication I am taking. At the advice of doctors in Nizwa, I was to begin one medication on Thursday, upon arrival in Ethiopia, which I did. However, on Friday, I was supposed to take another medication, and then switch back on Saturday to the first medication. Whatever they gave me for Friday obviously has some bad side effects, as I wake in the middle of the night feeling horrible.
It effects my entire day today.
I cannot even eat breakfast. As Ed eats a delicious-looking omelet, I just sit and nibble on some plain toast. He asks if I want to skip our visit to the Lalibela Saturday market, but how can I? I love local markets and I can’t bear the thought of missing it. So I tell him, no, I want to go. We have a flight back to Addis Ababa at 12:45. I will just put one foot in front of the other and visit the market.
The market is spread out over a big dirt area in the middle of the town. The villagers have set up tarps or temporary stalls made of eucalyptus poles and textiles. Some just sit under umbrellas to hide from the sun. Some people spread out their grains or vegetables or textiles on tarps or blankets on the ground. It’s hot, dusty and chaotic.
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the Lalibela Saturday market
textiles for sale
Honey for sale
teff for sale
donkeys carry goods to market
view of the market
donkey full of goods
more foodstuffs for sale
the path to the market
vegetables for sale
huddled under umbrellas for a bit of shade
People are selling everything imaginable from firewood to salt blocks.
Up to this day in Ethiopia, salt is a precious commodity for people and their animals, and is even used as a kind of currency, according to Lonely Planet Ethiopia & Eritrea. Afar nomads and their camels, even today, travel to the salt lakes in the Danakil Depression in eastern Ethiopia, where they cut by hand rectangular blocks of salt, known as amole, and then spend weeks traveling by caravan to market, where they barter with the bars.
We see these salt blocks for sale, along with teff (the local grain used to make the Ethiopian staple bread injera). The low quality teff is dark and course, while the more expensive, high-quality teff is pale and smooth.
Also for sale are dried peppers, cabbages, onions, peas and lentils, whole wheat, collard greens and numerous other grains and greens. Also for sale is chat, made from the leaves of the shrub Catha edulis. Deemed by the WHO as a drug of abuse that can produce mild to moderate psychic dependence, it is banned in most Arab and Western countries, according to Lonely Planet.
At the market, we also find traditional clothing, colorful textiles and blankets, live chickens, and long eucalyptus poles used for construction.
People come from miles around, mostly on foot, to the Saturday market. The lucky ones have donkeys to carry their goods, but most people carry their goods on their backs or their heads. It’s amazing even after we leave the market how we pass hordes of people heading to the market, from literally miles and miles away.
The rest of the day, I feel miserable. We catch our plane to Addis Ababa, but we have to endure an extra hour flight as the plane makes a stop in Gonder. When we arrive back in Addis, I take a long bath and a long nap. I have decided to stop taking the malaria medication. I will just take my chances. Tomorrow we head to Lake Langano, about three hours south of Addis by car. I don’t want to be sick for that trip!