“But what is an adventure?”
Continue reading “Vacation vs Adventure”Ethiopia: what to pack and what I learned from backpacking
Overall, I did a pretty decent job of anticipating what I would need in my backpack by relying on my previous travel experience, country research, and consulting fellow travel bloggers’ listicles.
Continue reading “Ethiopia: what to pack and what I learned from backpacking”The city of squeaky clean shoes
It turns out I was very wrong in assuming that a cozy room would automatically lead to quality sleep. For the third night in a row, I tossed and turned, falling asleep in a few short intervals before having to “wake up” at 4 am to board the bus to Addis half an hour later.
Continue reading “The city of squeaky clean shoes”Resting bitch face
Since I was beginning to feel better from the tinidazole, my ambition for another mini-adventure (likely my last before returning to Addis Ababa) started to resurface.
Continue reading “Resting bitch face”Setting up shop: accommodation tips to keep you safe and sane
Choosing accommodations where both you and your belongings are safe from theft or other potential harm should be the bare minimum criteria each traveler has, whether backpacking or staying at a five-star hotel.
Continue reading “Setting up shop: accommodation tips to keep you safe and sane”Lord of the flies
At this point in my journey, I was happy to finally be immersed in nature and to stay in one place for more than two days. Bonga was quickly shaping up to be the highlight of my trip, but there was one small pest that plagued the town and provoked my patience.
Continue reading “Lord of the flies”Kafa: the birthplace of buna
I won’t lie: coffee was a large part of my incentive to visit the Kafa region, which is situated in the stunning southwest of Ethiopia.
Continue reading “Kafa: the birthplace of buna”Bumming it in Jimma
One week into my trip, I felt like I had more or less adapted to traveling in Ethiopia. My previous frustrations in Ambo dissolved into nothing more than a blip in my memory.
Continue reading “Bumming it in Jimma”Escape from Ambo
My stomach started to grumble in that familiar, ominous way after my hike in Wenchi, and a restless sleep (interrupted by quality toilet time) didn’t offer much relief. I was hoping to get away with not getting sick (like I somehow managed to pull off in India), but those hopes were quickly dashed four days into my trip.
Continue reading “Escape from Ambo”Mounting moodiness at Mount Wenchi
When it came time to leave Addis early Tuesday morning, Michael, en route to work, dropped me off at Piazza around 5:30 am to catch a minibus for Asco Bus Station on the edge of the city.
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