During the day Chalabi desert looked even more like a desert should, that is flat, barren, deserted, vast and blazingly white. It’s important to make these things clear, for I remember my disappointment at seeing the Kalahari Desert in
We arrived in
The town, for I guess
In stark contrast, the mission and its buildings – school, church, carpentry and priests’ quarters – were all built solidly, laid out sensibly and kept immaculate. The church looked really out of place with its modernistic design but was in fact very pleasant to behold and visit – not least because of the divine coolness inside and intriguing Ethiopian Coptic-like paintings on dried skins. Father Hubert welcomed me very cordially, offered chilling cold juice but was not very talkative and obviously his mind was on something else. I got little information out of him but I did get an invitation to come and lunch with them in a few hours. At the mention of pasta, I did not hesitate.
I went back to the hotel where I met Nikos, a half-English/half-Ethiopian tour guide. He was a much better source of local and transport info than the padre, and he promised to arrange a transport on the other side of
After a delightfully European lunch I went back to the hotel for a siesta. My room was pleasantly cool and I dreamt of nothing else but a nap. That was not to be however. As I might have mentioned somewhere else, the concept of privacy is somewhat lost on Africans. Mud huts rarely have doors and even if they do knocking is optional. Technically, one is supposed to say ‘hodi!’ and wait for a reply of ‘karibu’ before one enters: I am yet to see that practiced. In any case, when I was having my shower, changing and now trying to sleep I had a constant stream of children and women coming in, standing in the doorway and staring. I would greet them and then try to ignore them politely. Usually, it worked and after a few minutes they would get bored and leave. Not so with Halima. She came in and sat on the other bed in silence. She did not even smile shyly as the other girls did. She just sat there. I was quite perplexed. And as Europeans do I attempted to cover the uncertainty with talking. She replied to all my questions politely but asked few of her own. I ended up upholding the conversation I did not want to have in the first place. I told her I was very tired. She said I should definitely try to get some sleep. She did not move. I closed my eyes but opened them after a longish while realising that she will sit there and look at me anyway. It was a long couple of hours; but I do know she was just being a good-hostess (she was a daughter of the hotel owner) making sure her guest is not left alone. Africans just don’t do ‘alone’; alone you’d just not survive in
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