Monday, 29 December 2008

Not Sharing Skills

I played my first game of football in Ethiopia today.  Apart from being unfit, under-skilled, playing in the dark and having no clue who was on which side – I think I held my own.  Not sure I can think of any more excuses.  It was meant to be a teacher's practise for a game against the local high school on Sunday morning.  Except the coach, no one else but me turned up.  Anyway, I joined in with the students and passed the test (whatever it was).  I am assured that for the game there will be kits and rules!  I'll let you know how the game goes.



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Sunday, 28 December 2008

Ethiopian Pool Rules Addendum

Addendum:

 

Rule 8: After the white returns to the table after being potted, the white must travel over the baulk line before hitting the target ball.

 

Rule 9: The exception of no fouls on ball 3 has been changed due to ferenji pressure.  In Mekelle, fouls do count on ball 3 and like the potting score, the foul is worth 6.

 

Rule 15:  In the event of a tie at the end of the game, balls 1,2 and 3 are returned to the table.  Ball 3 in the usual position and balls 1 and 2 placed one on either side.  The winner is the player to pot two balls irrespective of ball value.

 



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Christmas Wishes

Thanks to all who sent their Christmas Wishes.  I hope those that received my card followed my instructions.  Crissy and I decided rather than carry our presents to Mekelle we would have an unofficial pre-Christmas Day on 23rd.  We cooked goat and had a fine selection of veg (if a little burnt).  Christmas Day was spent in Mekelle with other volunteers and counterparts.  25 people in all.  After copious quantities of mulled wine and G&T we all enjoyed roast lamb, roast and mashed potatoes, carrots, cabbage, cheesy leeks with yorkshire pud and gravy, which was followed by bread and butter pudding and date loaf.  Even the power going off later on did not spoil our fun, drinking into the night and eating lamb sarnies later on.  I hope you all had fun Christmas Days opening presents and eating lots.



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Thursday, 18 December 2008

Long Way Down

For anyone struggling to imagine what Ethiopia may be like.  I can say that having watched the two episodes that cover Ethiopia from "The Long Way Down", they paint a good picture.  The end of episode 3 and beginning of 4 see them enter Ethiopia in the north and travel south to Kenya.  Unfortunately not exactly where I am but very similar.

 

You can see a video of the party here: http://www.youtube.com/v/F9ehBvC-jqU



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Sunday, 14 December 2008

Environmental Day

Sometimes pictures have to be seen to be believed.  Check out the cleaning the campus pictures here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/30047150@N02/.  Last week it was a countrywide environmental day, which I was informed meant that everybody was tasked with tidying their local area.  The fact that every training session I have attended, results in 50 teachers throwing their biscuit wrappers and bottle tops on the floor/school field, does not seem to connect with them.  So rather than picking up litter for a day, they take the opportunity to massacre the local foliage.  Photo 1 is a fine example of low hacking in a crouched position.  Photo 2 is the tricky art of raking bark backwards. Photo 3: Random high-hacking with machete. 6.0 6.0 6.0.

 

 



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Friday, 12 December 2008

Goat Slaughter

The morning of the party was spent at a cattle market (with colleague) haggling for a goat.  Standard practise is to start low, disagree, wait, walk away, return, continue, argue and finally agree somewhere in between.  My price Birr 420 – looks healthy and ready for roasting.  Children hang around as normal but this time they carry rope and offer a goat-sitting/walking service until it is needed later.

 

I felt it important to watch the slaughter.  I imagine there are many children in the UK who are unaware where some of their meat comes from let alone how it is prepared and packed.  When I was younger, I witnessed a chicken being killed for dinner and later refused to eat it.  Although it did not put me off meat, I was apprehensive about what was to come.

 

WARNING!! - Do not read on if you are squeamish.  What follows is an honest description of the goat slaughter. 

 

Thankfully, in a country where animal welfare is low on their priority, the 16 year old, but very experienced butcher, made the whole process calm and simple.  Holding the goat by the horns, in one move he had the animal on its side and secure.  There was much less bleating and struggling than I expected.  In my opinion, the next part was the only unnecessary suffering caused from the slaughter.  Starting at the chin he cut down towards the throat.  The reason being is to save as much of the hide as possible for leather.  He can sell the skin for 10 Birr.  The throat was then cut quickly.  So I guess the killing lasted about 30 seconds in total.  Although twitching continued due to muscle movement, he cut into the hooves to check that the goat had completely died.  The back legs are then snapped back on themselves to make hanging loops.  The goat is then hung up to allow any remaining blood to drain.  He continued very much like an artist to slice and chop precisely, allowing him to push the skin away from the flesh, remove the hooves and head; before finally opening the rib cage and selecting which insides to keep.  Nothing is wasted.  The meat was then flavoured with a good dose of oil, garlic, salt, chilli, onion and red wine.  Everything was troughed.

 

I apologise if anyone is offended by this blog entry but for me, it was very interesting.

 

P.S. There are some pictures if anyone is interested.



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Thursday, 11 December 2008

Sting in the tale

Contrary to popular belief, I do not drink often here.  However, as it was a party, and many had attended, I took the opportunity to drink more than usual.  So returning after the party (via a tej house and watching Manu v Sunderland) at about 11:30pm, I went to bed fully clothed.  I think I have set the scene and situation clearly.

 

I was woken about an hour later with Crissy knocking on the window.  "We have an emergency!".  "Vicky has stood on a scorpion."  Confused, I fumbled for the door key where I preceded to stand in front of Crissy, stating "I'm smashed" (or words to that effect), while she tried to elicit a coherent response from me for advice.  Giving up, she told me to return to bed while she searched for a driver.  Meanwhile, I forced myself to focus and went to see the patient.

 

Thankfully within a few minutes, Crissy returned with the Dean and a driver.  As it is common here and not fatal, he felt it unnecessary to visit the hospital but he decided to follow my drunken insistence to be on the safe side.  Not sure what I expected, but as we arrive at a dark, empty hospital, I decide to bang on all doors in an attempt to find a doctor.

 

A small hatch opened where we had to register Vicky for 5 Birr.  (Good job I still had my party clothes on).  The receptionist then provided a receipt – not until she and us had to go to the next hatch along.  While we wait the power goes off but it is not long before the on-call doctor is summoned from his dorm.  Like the dean, he is not worried but agrees to inject a local anaesthetic and prescribes ibuprofen.


Whether it was the needle, the tej or just the sheer excitement but this was shortly followed by me vomiting up in the grounds outside.  Little did I know that I would return on Tuesday to fix their computer – I hope they did not recognise me.  The following morning, she felt better and we saw she had actually been stung 6 times.  Think I'll wear flip flops around the house from now on.



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