We casually mentioned to our tour guide that we needed to sort out a bus to Axum for the next day and asked where we could get a ticket. We had heard that the scenery was particularly wonderful from Gondar to Axum and so were happy to travel by bus rather than plane. He threw his hands up in horror and said that even if tickets were available (we would have to buy them at 5 the next morning and it was most likely to be full anyway) the journey was very bad. The roads were terrible and what’s more we would have to get two buses and probably would have to stay over in between the buses. We were convinced that a one hour plane journey was a better alternative, but the problem was that the Ethiopian Airline office was now closed. If you recall from an earlier blog entry our attempt to buy a ticket as we flew was doomed and so our tour organiser made lots of calls said that there were seats at the moment and told us to be ready at 6 in the morning in the reception area and he would make sure that seats were still available before we set off for the airport.
All went well. The only fly in the ointment was his attempts to squeeze more money out of us by casually letting us know that he had had a bad night because of a kidney stone and he made a good job of hobbling. I was suspicious, but you know. However I thought it was suspect when he was still humping our bags when there was another boy doing it. Gillian, full of heart and compassion was quite distressed about it and wanted to give him money. In the end no more money (other than a hefty tip for getting us to the airport with flights despite us being unorganised) passed hands and when we later told Dawit from the school he raised his eyes and said yes it was a scam. So we did the right thing. But see what I mean? The leeching is really hard-core.
As I passed through the personal
x-ray I set off the alarm. The male
attendant looked me up and down (only as far as 12 inches under my chin) and
pronounced that it was my “Breast holder”.
I was duly sent to a curtained off cubicle to be de-bleeped. The female attendant literally came up to 12
inches below my chin which was quite amusing.
Even more amusing was that my sister, next in line, also set off the alarm. We were all alarmed when from behind the
curtain we heard those immortal and most feared words “Bend over please”. Standing close by ready to pounce on hearing
“JEN!!!!” she came out in one piece. Our
vertically challenged attendant wanted to check her flip flops.
Internal flights are quite nice. However, no one told us that the flight went from Gondar to Lalibela and then to Axum. It’s like going from Liverpool to London to Edinburgh. We got up to get off at Lalibela thinking we were at Axum.
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| Walking to our plane |
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| Little ain’t she? |
While
we were waiting for our luggage to turn up I suddenly realised I’d left my
handbag under the seat on the plane. All
our money, cards, passport were in it. I
ran out of the arrivals lounge like a scalded cat onto the runway area waving
my arms. What was I thinking? Did I really think that the plane would stop
as if I was hailing down a car? I heard
shouting behind me and two guys driving the luggage carrier were waving and one
of them was holding my bag in the air.
What a bloody relief!
I
was kind of sure that Africa Hotel had been mentioned as a good place to stay
but maybe it had been reported as not so good, I couldn’t quite remember. So we decided that we would go there and see
what it was like and find somewhere else if we didn’t like it. Fortunately, there was a man with a sign
saying “Africa Hotel” as we came through the airport and so we had free airport
transfer as well.
