Monday, March 31, 2014

Day 5: Wednesday

Today was care package day, the day when the kids receive packages from their sponsored families. Today was also the day we get to do a home visit.

Allison and Michael really want to visit Kalkidan's home. Since Lori had gone last year, my preference was to go to someone's house sponsored by a family we know. Luckily we were able to do both. But first the care packages.

One lesson we've learned here is that all of the planning in the world doesn't amount to much once the feet
Kalkidan playing the egg game while things were still
under control.
Michael with several of his admirers.
are on the ground. Flexibility is the name of the game. The "plan" was to have all of the kids do rec while waiting for their care packages. Rec would occur in the back room with the dirt floor. Glen and I spent nearly an hour last night planning activities. The "plan" involved splitting the kids into eight groups and having them rotate through the stations. While we were setting up, the kids arrived...with no tranaslator. Needless to say, chaos ensued. The jump ropes we had laid out for a hopscotch game were no longer on the floor. Balls for a hot potato game became projectiles, bouncing off people's faces. A cloud of dust enveloped the whole space.

Note the ever present Abebaw (spondored by
Carey Douglas) in the blue sweatshirt.
As Glen and I were trying to get things under control, I was called by Rob to help with the care packages. We had counted on having half of the kids arrive the the morning and the rest in the afternoon. However, most of the kids arrived in the morning, completely throwing off the system. A big lag was underway and
Each station included a translator and a member
of our team to explain some of the items in the
care package.
things were going very slowly. Two stations were originally set up, but we found that four were really needed. Each station consisted of a child, a translator, and a member of our team to explain the contents of each care package. For example, some of the packages contained wash clothes that are compressed and wrapped in plastic. It was confusing for folks. The chap stick needed to be explained for a copule of the translators. The kids got a kick out of the cards that played music. One card had a recorded message from her sponsor familyr, the Dineens. Her face lit up when she heard their voices.

I had given Emily, the member of our team
Kids anxiously waiting for their turn to
receive a care package.
coordinating the care packages, a list of the kids sponsored by families that we knew. When one of them came out, I took a short break to have my picture taken with him or her. There were a couple of instances when I couldn't break away, so Michael or Allison had their pictures taken. When Kalkidan came out, both Michael and Allison helped her to go through her care package.

At lunch time, a few of us got to go on a home visit. Michael, Allison, and Patty went to visit Kalkidan and Abebaw's home. When Lori went to visit last year, she was surprised that they had electricity and a television. This year, the television was gone. Theirs is a two room home, one for the parents and the other for the kids. Kalkidan and Abebaw sleep on a thin twin mattress. Their older brother, who works, sleeps on another mattress.

While the rest of us waited on the bus, John had started talking about Belete, the boy who had drowned. The girl with him, who I thought was his sponsored daughter, started crying, which made Ginger's sponsored daughter start crying. 

At the next stop, John asked Allison and Michael to join him so they could see another home. He specifically
asked Allison to take pictures. After about 15 minutes, Allison comes rushing into the bus in tears. She sat down next to me and explained that we had visited Belete's mother and aunt, that the girl that was with them was Belete's cousin. John nad brought a care package for Belete's mother. Allison said she held it together until she walked out the door, at which point she started sobbing. She didn't cry for long, but it clearly touched her.

The next stop was to the house of Ginger's sponsored child. Again, Allison went in to take pictures. While we were waiting, Michael handed out rubber band bracelets (given to us by the Vachets and Becky Pobliego) and pens. Lots of kids came running for the pens and bracelets, and an adult asked if she could have one of the bracelets.

Next was our stop. I want to understand as much as possible the lives of the kids sponsored by families we know. This year, I chose to visit Natnael's home, sponsored by David and Linda Gregory.

Natnael is a thirteen year old boy, a head shorter than Michael, but the same age. I had spent time playing with him two years ago. He had been distant at first, but quickly warmed to me. This year, he was quickly by my side, reaching for my hand whenever possible. He was very excited to have me visiting his home.

Natnael's home. He lives here with his mother
and three siblings.
Natnael lives with his sister, two brothers, and mother in a 12' by 15' one room apartment. There is no electricity, nor is there a window. The natural light comes by way of the open door. Natnael's mother is a cleaner, but also cares for her kids. Natnael's older brother goes to school, but his younger siblings are at home. They are extremely malnourished. Natnael's father passed away while his mother was pregnant with her youngest. I didn't ask how but I learned that malaria is the most common reason for death in Kombolcha.

The family has only lived in the apartment for six months, having recently moved there because the
Two of Natnael's siblings and their mother. Their
oldest brother was in school when we visited.
mother decided she needed her kids to be in a nicer and bigger place in a better neighborhood. She was extremely grateful that Natnael was being sponsored and the opportunity it was giving him. She says she would love to have her other kids in the program but the current rule is that only one child per family can participate unless a sponsor steps forward. Last year, Abebaw, Kalkidan's brother, was not in the program until our friend Carey Douglas, who was on the trip, agreed to sponsor him.

We gave the family gifts of cooking oil and coffee and said our good bye. She again tanked us for what we were doing for Natnael.

On the bus, I asked Fikre about one of Natnael's sisters. She had been sitting quietly next to her mother. She had lesions on her face and crusted bumps on the top of her head. He suspected it was a fungus that could be treated with a topical cream. I asked what kind of access to medical care she might have. He replied that because she is not in the program, she cannot be seen a the care point. A doctor plus the medicine she needs would cost about 150 birr. That's the equivalent of about $10. In the U.S., you can't hardly walk into the doctor's office for $10. I gave Fikre the money and he said that the care point staff would take her to get care. (I later got word that they had taken her to the doctor, she had received cream, and it would be cleared up within a week. She has a follow up appointment next week. Once again, it's amazing how little it takes to make such a big difference.

Back at the care point, we continued handing out care packages. It went very smoothly, and the kids were very appreciative. They especially love receiving photos of their sponsor families. Many walk around asking each of us if we know the people in the photos.

When I sat with the Wise's sponsored child, Seada, and the Masse's sponsored child, Hanok, I pulled out my phone. Last spring I had chaperoned a trip to Nature's Classroom at Cape Cod and had taken pictures of Jaden Wise and Colby Masse after they had done their "camouflage" session. I showed them the photos, which got smiles.

Back at the hotel, and after another long dinner, I joined the group outside for sugar cane. Sugar cane grows natively in Ethiopia and is quite the treat. Sugar cane looks like bamboo from the outside, only it is thicker (3-4 inches in diameter). The sugar cane is quartered and you rip off a strip of the fibrous material with your teeth, chew on it to pull out the very sweet juice, and then spit out the remaining pulp. While the taste is not bad, it feels like you're chewing on wood. I have a rule that any food you eat should not require more work than the enjoyment  you get out of said food (For example, buffalo wings are too much work for too little return. Same goes for ribs.)

The day was then done, and it was off to bed. Tomorrow is the last day of the formal VBS before the feast on Friday.
Two other notes:

1. Speaking of the feast, the main course arrived at the care point today. They have the three lambs tied up out back. I tried to take pictures of dinner, but it kept moving.

2. Still no Besrate. Yonas says he is taking national exams at school, but should be here tomorrow.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Day 4: Tuesday

A relatively uneventful day.

We arrived at the care point, mingled with the kids, and ran through our VBS program.

I'm in the rec group this year. There were supposed to be three of us, but John stayed at the hotel because he was sick, so Patty and I ran the show. Our space is half of an enclosed structure with a dirt floor. In the corner is a pile of rocks and an old ladder with rusty nails sticking out of it.

I want to keep it simple. While there are plenty of translators, you can't always depend on having one nearby. I also wanted to keep it calm since I had heard from last year how dusty it got. We had two games.

First, we created a 3x3 grid on the wall, first with chalk and then with masking tape, and numbered each of
the squares. The kid was blind-folded and told which number to find.

Second, we laid out jump ropes in circles and had the kids toss bags into the circles. There was a large circle and two small circles. After the kids got bored, I formed the jump rope in a circle and held it aloft for the kids to throw the bags through. Over time, I made the hole smaller and smaller.

The kids had a great time, and it was great to see Patty enjoying herself too.

It was interesting to see the low standards at least one of the translators had for these kids. The smaller circle I had formed out of the jump ropes were about eight inches wide. The translator told me the circle was too small and took it upon himself to make it bigger. As soon as he left, I made them smaller again. While the kids couldn't hit them at first, after time many of them were nailing it. I can't help but wonder whether there are low expectations for these kids.

After 90 minutes, the kids gather in the sanctuary for bananas and bread. There were supposed to be oranges, but none could be found in Kombolcha. After our good-byes, we went to the back office to debrief, eat our lunch, and rest. Jen, our resident nurse, brought chocolate peanut butter. It was delicious!

Michael had been outside during the morning session and had gotten overheated. Jen gave him an electrolyte packet to add to his water. He proclaimed it was gross, but we made him drink it. Riana tried to make it easier for him by giving him a nutribar to eat between drinks. That didn't help much. Joy gave him a squirt of her liquid water enhancer. Michael liked it then and was able to finish it off.

Allison's station is crafts. She's been a great help to Bre, who is running that station.

We returned to the hotel. Michael, Allison, and I took a short walk. We tend to stick out in Ethiopia so were the subject of many stares.

After our walk we headed back to the care point to do the VBS for the second group of kids. To our surprise, many of the kids had returned. Apparently, many of them had received permission to miss school so they could come to the drop in center all day.

It was pretty hectic, but we managed. I spent time with Seada, Noredin, and Abebaw as well as the ever present Karina and Kalkidan.

Back to the hotel, another long dinner, and down for the night.

Allison and Michael went down for sugar cane with Fikre and the others. Michael loved it, while Allison didn't care for it.
Still no sign of Beserete. I will ask if I don't see him tomorrow.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Day 3: Monday

Being ready to leave at 5:30 was not a problem for us, as we were seriously jet-lagged. Allison woke up at 1 a.m. and worked on homework (impressive, eh?) Michael rolled around in bed. I woke up at 2, but was able to go back to sleep until 5 (I hadn't had a good sleep since the hotel on Friday night). My wakeup call was the call to prayer from either the Greek Orthodox church or the mosque down the street that was said over the loud speaker. The call went on for a long time.

Unfortunately, while we were ready to leave at 5:30, the luggage wasn't and by the time everything was tied down it was almost 6:30.

I've written before about the amazing journey from Addis to Kombolcha. The geography varies from what you would see in the Great Plains states to the barren hills of parts of eastern Washington to the lush forests of the Pacific Northwest to the deserts of Arizona to the hills and mountains of southern California. Along the way, you drive through small villages bustling with activity, past the traditional Ethiopian wood and mud huts with thatched roofs, livestock everywhere, and people walking to destinations known only to them even in what is seemingly the middle of nowhere for unimaginable distances. As was the case with each of my other trips, I didn't want to take my eyes off of the scenery. There was something new to see around every turn.

I did use some of the time to study. When I was in Kombolcha two years ago, the kids were desperate for me to learn their names. I'm terrible at remembering names, so I had printed photos of the kids sponsored by our friends and family and wrote their names and the name of his or her sponsor on the back. I drilled myself until I had them down. I had also printed out a sheet of common Amharic terms and tried to memorize as many of those as possible. (I really want to learn Amharic.)

At our lunch stop, a small boy came walking by.
Michael and Glen running after the shepherd boy
to give him a rubber ball.
Glen asked Fikre if it would be okay to give him some food (we were eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches). Allison and Michael thought it would be nice to give him one of two small rubber balls they had brought with them. By the time they got the ball of of the bus the boy was far down the road. Michael and Glen decided to run down the road after him. It was a bit disconcerting to see Michael far off in the distance but I knew he was in good hands. After Michael had given the boy the ball, the boy wandered into the nearby field full of livestock. Apparently, the boy is a shepherd.

The shepherd boy returning to get some
food for his friend.
A few minutes after their return, the same boy comes walking back from the direction they had come with another boy. I'm not sure whether it was his brother or a friend, but nonetheless, he also got a sandwich and the other ball. They were very happy and grateful.

Finally, after ten hours of driving, we arrived at the now familiar Sunny Side Hotel. It's certainly not a Hilton, but it's pretty comfortable and the staff are friendly and helpful. Glen and I are sharing a room, and Allison and Michael are roommates. Initially, our rooms weren't in the same building, but they quickly rearranged our rooms so we were across the hall from each other.

After a brief rest, we were off to the care point to meet the kids. We were brought to the front of the room for introductions. I immediately started searching for familiar faces. They had grown a lot since I'd first met them five years ago. 

My drilling served me well. The first child I saw was Karima, sponsored by Lori's aunt and uncle. She is a spark plug (I had spent a lot of time with her two years ago). Her face lip up when I called out her name. Next I saw Natnael, sponsored by my boss and his wife, David and Linda Gregory. Then came Henok, sponsored by our friends the Masse's. Finally, I saw Seada, sponsored by our friends the Wise's. Over the next ten minutes, I found most of the kids I had come to know. However, I couldn't find Kalkidan, the girl we sponsor. Nor could I find Besrate, sponsored by our friends the Morris'. I had visited his home on the last trip.

We were then seated, as the children had prepared a short program for us. One girl welcomed us, and then a choir sang us two amazing songs. All the time, I was looking for Kalkidan and Besrate.

Belete in 2012
One face I knew would be missing was Belete. Belete was an older boy who was highly regarded by the other kids. A joyful personality, he had the traits of a natural leader. In 2012, someone had donated hair bands. The girls thought it would be fun to try to get the boys to wear them. None of the boys thought it was something they should be doing, until Belete put one on. Suddenly, everyone was sporting a head band. Everyone loved Belete.

Last November, we learned that Belete had drowned. I, as I'm sure was the case for everyone who knew him, was devastated. There would be no Belete at this visit.

After the program,we mingled with the kids. I still hadn't found Kalkidan, so asked Fikre to find her. After a minute, there she was, much taller than I'd remembered her, and even more graceful but the same beautiful smile. She gave me a big hug and then got hugs from Michael and Allison.

Michael and Allison were immediately swamped by kids hugging them, kissing Michael, and running fingers through their hair. It was great to see them interacting with the others and having a good time.

After thirty minutes, we said our good-byes and promised to return "tomorrow." Tomorrow is in quotes because it is one of the words the kids seem to know and were constantly asking us that one word as we were leaving.

We returned to the hotel, had dinner (which tends to take forever, and turned in for the night. Tomorrow, our first day of Vacation Bible School.
I had mentioned that Patty had her travel plans altered by United and was supposed to fly from South Carolina to Philadelphia to London to Addis. I learned before we left Addis that United had sent her from South Carolina to Philadelphia to North Carolina to Dulles to catch the next day's direct flight on Ethiopian Airlines. United hadn't offered Patty a hotel, so she had to spend the night at the airport (sleeping behind the ticket counter).

Patty had spoken to Lori, who gave her detailed instructions on how to navigate customs and baggage claim once she got to Ethiopia. Becka David, one of our coordinators, and Zelalem went to pick her up at the airport while we left for Kombolcha. Patty was waiting for us at the hotel upon our arrival. She was tired, but grateful to be with us. It was great to see her.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Day 2: Sunday

I remember the first time we drove through the streets of Addis. We had arrived to bring Daniel home. It was late at night and we were exhausted. It felt strange and uncomfortable. Everything was unfamiliar. No recognizable stores or restaurants. Our route to the hotel involved lots of twists and turns.

This is my fifth trip to Ethiopia. What was then unfamiliar is no longer so. The airport parking lot, once overwhelming because of its chaos, is a welcome sight. The ride through the city is now as easy as riding through Chicago or Boston (not that I would ever drive here...). I am comforted by what I recognize (places where we've eaten dinner or shopped, landmarks, buildings) and impressed by the new construction that has taken place since my last visit.

We arrive at the guest house, check in, and unload the bags. Fortunately, we didn't have to haul every upstairs. The elevation in Addis is very high and walking up stairs, even for someone in good shape, is tiring. This place has no elevator, so the thought of carrying fifty pound suitcases up to the third floor is tiring in of itself. We were able to leave the bags with donations in a small room on the first floor.

A quick lunch and a power nap and I was ready to go. However, the kids had not slept on the plane either so were wiped out. After lunch, they collapsed. They had wanted to go for a walk, but I couldn't bring myself to wake them up. Lori and I have always had a rule to not wake a sleeping child. We can't always follow that rule, but it's a good general principle. At 3:30 though, I started to worry that if I let them sleep much longer they wouldn't sleep that night. However, they were sleeping so peacefully, I left them alone.

Michael came down at 4:00. Allison was still sleeping. Knowing I would get grief for not waking her, Glen Michael, and I left anyways.

Boys playing soccer in the road's median
So here's another sign of how comfortable I am now in Addis. Six years ago, we would never have ventured out on our own. Three years ago, we only walked when we had specifically asked our guides where it was okay to go. This time, we just went. The others in our group didn't seem too keen on what we were doing! We walked by stores, past lots of people hanging out on the streets, and saw a bunch of kids playing soccer in the road's median with a ball that looked like nothing more than a big ball of string. Michael was tempted to go play with them, but opted out. We stopped by a store to buy bananas (we paid the equivalent of $1.50 for a dozen bananas).

Bananas are amazing here. In the U.S., our bananas come from Mexico or South America. So that they're not rotten by the time they get to us, they're picked when they're still greet. They're (sometimes) yellow by the time they get to us.

In Ethiopia, bananas are picked ripe from the tree. As a result, they're sweeter and have much more taste. The others at the guest house enjoyed the nice treat and Michael was thrilled to share.

Thirty minutes after our return, Allison comes sauntering down, still half asleep, but unhappy that I didn't wake her up. I offered to go on another walk, which she agreed to. Fikre, a member of the Children's Hopechest staff, went with us so we could buy minutes for our mobile phone.

On our earlier walk, a street vendor was selling socks and Michael saw a pair he really liked. Fikre asked the man about its cost. Fikre told us that they cost 20 birr, but he had negotiated it down to 18 birr (a difference of about 20 cents). Michael is thrilled with his new acquisition.

After our return from the walk we had dinner, got a quick talk from Rob and Becka about the week, and went off to bed. Although wakeup time will be early (we are leaving at 5:30 am), chances are we will all be awake as jet lag means most of us will be up long before then.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Kombolcha 2014: The Journey Begins

This will be my fifth trip to Ethiopia, and my third to Kombolcha. While I'm not nearly as anxious as I have on previous trips, I'm still pretty excited to see the kids I've gotten to know so well since my first trip in 1999.

Lots of familiar faces in this 1999 photo. 

Playing Duck, Duck, Goose in 1999. This is
Besrate, sponsored by our friends the Morris'.

One new aspect of this trip will be the inclusion of Allison (16) and Michael (13). Benjamin went with Lori last year as a nine year old.

I am excited to see how the two teenagers interact with the kids of Kombolcha. They both have big hearts, so I know it will be a good experience. Also going on this trip are our friend Glen Bogdanovich and my cousin Patty. Glen's wife, Mindi, went last year.

The trip started easily enough. We picked up Glen at a parking lot, and then went to meet Michael and Allison at their schools.

The itinerary is a little crazy. We are flying out of Boston on Friday, staying the night at a hotel near Dulles airport, and meeting the rest of the group Saturday morning for a 10:15 flight. Despite some unexpected traffic in Boston, we made it to the airport in good time. Lori dropped us off and we said our good-byes.

 At Logan airport. It's scary how much I
look like my father in this picture 
(in the hat that used to belong to him). With me are
Allison, Michael, and our friend Glen Bogdanovich.

Lori had called United, who assured her that we would be able to check our nine suitcases (50 pounds each) through to Addis. Our first surprise came at the check-in counter. United would not check our bags through since had more than a six hour layover. We had to get our bags in D.C. and haul them to the hotel. We had a very nice porter (I think he was from Ethiopia) who helped us get our bags off the conveyor belt and to the hotel shuttle stop. Despite being told the shuttle would take five minutes, we waited almost another hour outside (temperature was about 20 degrees) for its arrival.

Late night pizza, good night's sleep, breakfast, and what I knew would be the last decent shower for ten days, we loaded our bags in the shuttle for a return trip to the airport. We met up with the rest of the group and took off for Ethiopia.

On the plane, ready to fly.

There was another snag. I received a text from Patty at 6:30 am that United had canceled her flight out of South Carolina. She would not make the connection in D.C., and in fact been rerouted through Philadelphia to London and then on to Addis. Since Patty had never been to Ethiopia, this was not welcome news. I spent the next three hours trying to call her to no avail. Finally, as we were boarding, she called to give me her itinerary. What she told me didn't make any sense, as the time she was to arrive in Addis was an hour before she was supposed to be landing in London. I don't think time travel has been invented yet. I suggested she get more info from United. I also gave her Zalalem's phone number and assured her someone would meet her at the airport in Addis.

Uneventful flight. Watched several movies, ate lots of bad airplane food, and unfortunately didn't sleep a wink.

It wasn't for the lack of trying. I sat in the middle seat between the kids, and they were really fidgety.

Landing was easy, customs took a long time (45 minutes) but was uneventful, baggage claim went off without a hitch, and we were released into the warm Ethiopian sunshine and the country I've come to know so well over the past six years.

Monday, March 17, 2014

 Sponsor kids with connections to Belchertown! Way to go Belchertown we can make a difference!!!
 2014 Kombolcha team!

 Allison and our sponsor daughter Kalkidan ready for a home visit.
 2014 team at Enoto Mountain.
 A sneak peak.

More to come...

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Afternoon update from Kombolcha: Today is care package day! It's been a crazy day of anticipation as each child is waiting for their name to be called!! The children are LOVING their care packages. John Logan is feeling better but Laken has tummy issues and stayed back at the hotel. Ginger is not feeling 100% but is participating in camp. I think Rob slept last night! Please continue to be in prayer for our team.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Tuesday Update- John Logan has a stomach bug- and Ginger Burks is not feeling well- please continue to pray for them. Rob is trying to go to sleep now. The camp went well today. The children had a great time and didn't want to leave! There are a few minor logistical issues- the area for Recreation has two HUGE mounds of dirt on them. But Glen is doing a great job of working around them. There is no internet so we don't have any pictures to share yet. Joy Sturgill, Allison L and Stephanie C. had a dance off during camp and the kids loved it! Tomorrow is Care package day!

Monday, March 10, 2014

On Friday March 7, We arrived at Boston airport with 9 50 pound bags and 7 15 pound bags. We checked in hoping that we could check our bags all the way to Ethiopia! Well United said that our lay over was longer than 6 hours at Dulles and we would have to take all our bags with us on the shuttle to the hotel! 

 Saturday morning, our world travelers are ready to go!
 Ready for a really long flight to Ethiopia!
 Sunday morning in Ethiopia, spending time in Ethiopia in devotion.
 Monday morning, just before 5:30, loading the van for Kombolcha!
 The team is ready for the drive to Kombolcha.

Lori here, 

The trip is going well, it has started with a few road bumps! Rob, our team pastor was sick and one team member had her flight cancelled and didn't make the flight with the team. Rob is feeling better and Patty is now with the team! There is no internet in Kombolcha, and it is not looking like there will be any for the week! So I will update what I can. 
The team arrived in Kombolcha today. The kids sang to the team. They spent time loving on the kids and playing with them! The girls thought Michael was cute and liked telling Allison that. Tom said that Allison and Michael had kids all around them. Tom is specifically looking for all of  the sponsor kids of our friends and families. He spent time with 3 or 4 of them today.
One fun thing from today, while eating their picnic lunch Allison and Michael offered a kid on the side of the road some food. After he walked away, Allison said I should have given him one of the balls I had in my bag. They ran back to the van to get a ball, by the time she dug through her bag, he was a long way down the road. She was ready to give up! Glen told her to run, and together with Michael they ran after the kid to give him a ball! Soon the kid ran back with a friend asking for another ball. They gave him a ball, and gave them empty water bottles from the van. The kids posed for pictures with Allison and Michael!
Now we need to wait for internet to see pictures and hear stories in their words! 

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Our bags are (almost) packed. We're (almost) ready to go.

Dear friends and family,

Michael, Allison, and I will leave for Ethiopia on Saturday, March 8. We fly to Dulles airport on Friday night with our friend Glen Bogdanovich (for whom this is his first trip. His wife Myndi traveled with Lori and Benjamin last year). On Saturday morning, we'll meet up with my cousin Patty, and many friends as well as soon to be friends.

Seven suitcases full of donations and one bag
with Allison's clothes. More bags yet to pack.

We will arrive in Ethiopia on Sunday, spend the night in Addis Ababa, and make the ten hour drive to Kombolcha on Monday. We'll spend late Monday, and Tuesday through Friday with the kids. Next year, we will begin working with a second care point, so we will also be visiting that location. We'll drive back to Addis Ababa the next day, spend Sunday and Monday attending church and being tourists and will leave Ethiopia late Monday night, returning to the U.S. early Tuesday morning. Ethiopia is eight hours ahead of Eastern time.

I will post photos and other info about our trip as time and Internet access allows. Thank you for your prayers and support during our trip.


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