Pronouncing Ethiopia - Dec '15
I'm sitting in the tropical gardened restaurant of the Rose Mary. It's just after 8pm on the 5th of December 2015. The noise of the road is dulled by the music of crickets and Amharic pop. I've spent most of the day here, rearranging XML layout files. I go home to England in a few days, but feel I won't get another chance to document my thoughts before this journey really starts in earnest. Perhaps it won't start at all, making this the shortest blog in history (spoiler, it didn't). Though I feel, as I sit in the cool December air, that this might be the beginning of a story. So profoundly do I believe this is the start of something that I've chosen to write a blog, something I would otherwise not do. At the very least this blog will provide some outlet for an otherwise confused mind, at the very best it might make for an interesting read. So let us begin. My story starts, as many of my proudest defeats do, in the pub. I am sitting with Gilbert Jolly, ...