25 May 2016
My new room mate and I hired a guide. We got the oldest taxi ever and drove to a few villages out of town.
All along the drive we saw villagers and kids yelling faranji and some kids even running after the taxi shouting for sweeties. Its obvious previous faranjis have handed out sweets and even though it seems like they are being nice this is what happens. The kids now beg. Also, sweeties are bad for their teeth and its not like they have good dental care or floride toothpaste. Dental care doesn't exist for these people! It just really pisses me off just thinking about it.
As soon as we arrived into one if the villages some kids basically accosted us. I had some hair bands on my wrist and in my hair and the little girls literally attacked me trying to get a hair band. The girls totally kicked my arse and won. I didn't stand a chance. I lost all my hair bands.
Harar is like the motherland of khat. If you want the best khat, this is the place. These villages grow tonnes of khat and there are fields and fields and fields and etc.. of the stuff. They are really serious about khat and you can find it literally everywhere. They sell it in massive bags and baskets for dirt cheap. I think as it is majority Muslims here, people don't drink so use khat instead, hence why they take it so seriously. You can see everyone basically comatosed on khat.
I was taken to a khat house. It is basically a house where you can chew khat. A drug den of sorts, but not illegal. I guess its their equivalent of a 'chill out bar'.
Literally someone's livingroom, the toilets were the nastiest toilets I had ever had to use. Think of the worst toiliets you have ever used and then multiply it by 10 and then think about squating over it. I'm so useless at squat toilets. I always end up peeing on myself. And washing your hands?! Yeah right. I'm so past the hygiene thing now. I don't even care anymore. I'm probably going to die.
Although incredibly muslim, they are pretty relaxed and even brew their own beer called Harar beer for the Christians and non muslims so its not a strict muslim city.
I love the way the women wear their headscarves so I had this bright idea to try to look 'local' and draw less attention to myself. It really didn't work. I REALLY don't look local and just look like a dumb faranji.
My new room mate and I hired a guide. We got the oldest taxi ever and drove to a few villages out of town.
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| Oldest taxi ever. A tank. |
All along the drive we saw villagers and kids yelling faranji and some kids even running after the taxi shouting for sweeties. Its obvious previous faranjis have handed out sweets and even though it seems like they are being nice this is what happens. The kids now beg. Also, sweeties are bad for their teeth and its not like they have good dental care or floride toothpaste. Dental care doesn't exist for these people! It just really pisses me off just thinking about it.
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| Kids running after the taxi shouting for sweets |
As soon as we arrived into one if the villages some kids basically accosted us. I had some hair bands on my wrist and in my hair and the little girls literally attacked me trying to get a hair band. The girls totally kicked my arse and won. I didn't stand a chance. I lost all my hair bands.
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| They certainly are not shy |
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| Tribal girls love getting their photo taken as they don't ever get to see themselves on camera otherwise. |
Harar is like the motherland of khat. If you want the best khat, this is the place. These villages grow tonnes of khat and there are fields and fields and fields and etc.. of the stuff. They are really serious about khat and you can find it literally everywhere. They sell it in massive bags and baskets for dirt cheap. I think as it is majority Muslims here, people don't drink so use khat instead, hence why they take it so seriously. You can see everyone basically comatosed on khat.
I was taken to a khat house. It is basically a house where you can chew khat. A drug den of sorts, but not illegal. I guess its their equivalent of a 'chill out bar'.
Literally someone's livingroom, the toilets were the nastiest toilets I had ever had to use. Think of the worst toiliets you have ever used and then multiply it by 10 and then think about squating over it. I'm so useless at squat toilets. I always end up peeing on myself. And washing your hands?! Yeah right. I'm so past the hygiene thing now. I don't even care anymore. I'm probably going to die.
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| Khat den. Getting spaced out |
Although incredibly muslim, they are pretty relaxed and even brew their own beer called Harar beer for the Christians and non muslims so its not a strict muslim city.
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| Harar beer brewed in a muslim city. It is pretty relaxed here. |
I love the way the women wear their headscarves so I had this bright idea to try to look 'local' and draw less attention to myself. It really didn't work. I REALLY don't look local and just look like a dumb faranji.
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| Not exactly local looking. |
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