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We get passport stamps, Toto gets stickers. Thanks for the hookup, @lasertech_botswana 🌍 #totothelandrover #overland #venturesomemore #overlander #overlanding #womenoverlandingtheworld #overlandafrica #africaoverland #africatravel #africa #malawi #stickers #passportstamps #landroverafrica #alloyandgrit #landroverphotoalbum #landrover #landrover110 #landroverdefender #landroverdefender110 #defender110 #onelifeliveit #best4x4xfar #landroverclassic #landroverlove #landroverlife #traveltheworld #roamtheplanet #adventureisnecessary #startsomewhere
One of my (Julie) crankiest times traveling was in Singapore at the Raffles Hotel. I haaaaated it. It was the worst kind of tourist trap IMO: full of white people indulging in their colonial wet dreams. It was just...wrong. 😣 We never go to tourist stops when we’re on the road, but we did make a Vic Falls, or Mosi-oa-Tunya in the local Zambian language, stop. If you can get past the gift shops and tourists, it’s a lovely walk. The falls are beautiful and it felt so good to be out of the car. But there’s a definite reason we usually bypass touristy areas. 🙄 After thousands of miles through seven countries, it felt strange to be in such a big tourist center. It is super hard to square the tour busses that say “Explorer Club, Africa” and tourists in safari gear with the daily life (and hustle and grind) we’ve been seeing, and that exists juuust outside the city. No shade, but it’s a tiny bit jarring. 🤷‍♀️ It’s not as bad as the Raffles by a long shot. Nature does her thing, thankfully, and that can redeem just about anything. Still, we couldn’t help wondering what the place would look like without all the souvenir shops. 💧 #victoriafalls #vicfalls #mosioatunya #zambia #livingstone #touristtrap #overland #overlanding #overlander #overlandafrica #africaoverland #venturesomemore #selfie #nature #waterfall #waterfalls
Front left coil spring fixed, back left shock needs attention. Lower shock bushing and retaining rings disintegrated. Always check your bolt tightness after replacing parts, kids. 🔧 #overland #overlanding #overlander #overlandafrica #africaoverland #landrover #landroverdefender #landroverdefender110 #landrover110 #defender110 #alloyandgrit #landroverphotoalbum #onelifeliveit #best4x4xfar #landroverlife #totothelandrover #landroverlove #landroverowner
Annnnnd, good night from Zambia. Overlooking the Zambezi. #zambia #zambezi #zambeziriver #livingstone #africa #sundowners #overland #overlandafrica #africaoverland #sunset #river #venturesomemore

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We’ve been in Addis Ababa for less than 24 hours and I’m already in love with it.

I’m not a city person at all, but this place immediately captured my imagination. It might have been the mountains and thin air in this Green Roof of Africa. Maybe it was the yellow half-moon hanging above the city as we drove in from the airport. It could be that the friendliest people I’ve met anywhere seem to live here. Maybe it was the call to prayer that infiltrated my sleep this morning, so that I woke up to Steve saying “did you hear music last night?” Maybe it’s the smell – roasting coffee and incense and herbs and cold air. Whatever. I love it.

I’m still processing, but I wanted to share some photos of our first day here. I had three goals for our time in Addis:

  1. Food.
  2. Coffee.
  3. Merkato.

Waiting for breakfast.


Finally. Strong coffee. I am happy.


Very, very happy.

Goals one and two were priorities. Immediately on waking up we took a taxi to a café where we ate chechebsa – the number one thing I wanted to try. Chechebsa is torn and fried bread seasoned with berbere and doused with honey. We ate that Ethiopian-style, eschewing the cutlery they gave us and digging in with our right hands. It was accompanied with a side of the best ful I’ve ever had. And coffee – finally. Strong, dark, delicious coffee.


Chechebsa, ful, bread. 

Breakfast went like this:

Me: This food is killing me.
Steve: Mmmpfh
Me: I mean this food is KILLING me.
Steve: MMMMpfh

Silent eating.

Me: I’m dead. This food killed me and I’m dead.

It really was that good. I’m fairly sure all culture have a phrase for “this food has killed me and I’m dead” – I know there’s such a phrase in Setswana. I have no idea what is it is Amharic, but it would probably be the most useful thing I could learn here.

After that we headed to the Merkato, the largest outdoor market in Africa. It was a little overwhelming at first – it is massive and chaotic, a cacophony of vendors and taxis and donkeys. But I loved it. I love markets, and as we wound our way through it I became more and more comfortable, snapping photos and taking it all in. It’s a sensory onslaught – noise and smells and colors everywhere. Words don’t do it justice.

Steve does not love markets as much as I do. He gets to a point where he’s sick of the shoving and the touts and the general madness of it all. Our differing reactions stems from the way we interact – or don’t – in big crowds. Steve is naturally friendly and outgoing. He’ll make eye-contact and when someone calls out “hey you” or “want a ride” or “what are you looking for “ or “farangi” (foreigner) he’ll say hi or chuckle or no thanks. I do none of these things – save for an occasional wry glance at the person who has just shouted “farangi” at me.

It dawned on me this morning, though, that this all might have to do less with personality and more with gender. You don’t move through the world as a woman unless you figure out how to ignore people on the street. So I feel no qualms about walking on by, all the time, which makes the whole thing considerably less mentally exhausting for me. It also helps, in my case, that Ethiopians are generally very small and slight. I could get lost in them. Steve stands a head above almost everyone here and sticks out like a, well, farangi.

Still – less than a day here and we hit my big three. Enjoy some photos of the Merkato. I’m going to rest now so that I can be killed by breakfast again tomorrow.


Veg vendor, Merkato.


A neighborhood street off the Merkato.


This woman is selling enset, or false banana, Ethiopia’s most important root crop. This part of the market had a sharp, musty, pungent smell.


One of the less busy market streets.


Saturday shopping.


I find Ethiopians attractive – they look unlike anyone I’ve ever seen. This guy knew he was handsome and asked for his photo taken.


One of the many market donkeys, taking on a heavy load. Sacks of this size aren’t limited to donkeys – men carried even heavier parcels on their heads.


Chicken shopping.


A chicken pen. Awaiting the pot.


Tomato vendor.


Herb vendor.


Veg sellers.


Fresh potatoes


A patient donkey.


Look at all that glorious food!

One comment on “Addis Ababa – Coffee and Merkato

  1. elzbthbkr says:

    Omygod, this is one of my favorite posts of yours. The photos are amazing, and I always love hearing about food and coffee. Wish I were wandering the merkato with the two of you!

    On Sat, Dec 15, 2018 at 6:48 PM Venturesome Overland wrote:

    > Steve @venturesomeoverland posted: “We’ve been in Addis Ababa for less > than 24 hours and I’m already in love with it. I’m not a city person at > all, but this place immediately captured my imagination. It might have been > the mountains and thin air in this Green Roof of Africa. Maybe it was t” >

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