The bus rumbled down a dirt road and Ethiopian music blared over the loud rumble. The scene was anything but calm, nevertheless I was able to find a piece of serenity as I put in my headphones and watched the countryside pass by my window. I was on my way to Mertolemarium to celebrate the biggest St. Mary’s Day of the year with fellow volunteers.
After a longer bus ride than I anticipated I was finally in Mertolemarium, where Group 3er Sher lives. She was kind enough to host the volunteers in the area in her spacious house for the weekend. There was going to be a parade through town, ending at the hilltop Monastery and the town’s namesake. Not entirely sure what to expect from a holiday we’d never celebrated before (somehow last January in Ambo we didn’t see a celebration); we set out in the afternoon to join up with the procession. Most Ethiopians were dressed in the traditional white clothing, and seeing everyone crowded in the streets carrying ornate parasols never fails to take my breath away.
Groups of men would chant to the beat of a drum and everyone would dance as they walked slowly through the hills of the town. We, the white people, were of course, just as entertaining to the Ethiopians as they were to us. One man in particular stood out as unique, as he was jogging down the middle of the crowded street chasing children with a whip! Behind him, were children clapping and dancing. Our Ethiopian friends kindly explained that this is a tradition mostly in the Omo region of Ethiopia, but this man lives in Mertolemarium and carries on the tradition here, to make the kids dance!
After a longer bus ride than I anticipated I was finally in Mertolemarium, where Group 3er Sher lives. She was kind enough to host the volunteers in the area in her spacious house for the weekend. There was going to be a parade through town, ending at the hilltop Monastery and the town’s namesake. Not entirely sure what to expect from a holiday we’d never celebrated before (somehow last January in Ambo we didn’t see a celebration); we set out in the afternoon to join up with the procession. Most Ethiopians were dressed in the traditional white clothing, and seeing everyone crowded in the streets carrying ornate parasols never fails to take my breath away.
Groups of men would chant to the beat of a drum and everyone would dance as they walked slowly through the hills of the town. We, the white people, were of course, just as entertaining to the Ethiopians as they were to us. One man in particular stood out as unique, as he was jogging down the middle of the crowded street chasing children with a whip! Behind him, were children clapping and dancing. Our Ethiopian friends kindly explained that this is a tradition mostly in the Omo region of Ethiopia, but this man lives in Mertolemarium and carries on the tradition here, to make the kids dance!
That afternoon was of course filled with plenty of injera and wat, as all of Sher’s neighbors invited us to eat! She politely asked if it was really ok if all 8 of us come over for a meal, as that seems like a lot of people to feed, but as I’ve learned, entertaining is something Ethiopians do best. In fact, as we sat in her neighbor’s house eating, the son of the woman feeding us, one of Sher’s good friends, watched two local guys come in to eat and he said, “See, I don’t even know who they are! But my mom will feed them!” It is basically an open-door policy. Anyone who comes in is fed. After we were stuffed with many delicious stews, we went back to Sher’s house to rest, and other neighbors were upset we didn’t come to their houses too. The fact that we’d just eaten more than enough didn’t seem like a good enough excuse.
While at Sher’s house two men came and dropped off a note for her, which invited her to a dinner the next night at the local Chinese camp, with road construction workers. Most of the road work here is done by a team of Chinese guys, and right outside Mertolemarium is a big construction project. Sher called one of her friends there and again said how many guests she had, and they still welcomed us with open arms! So the next night we took a car out to this Chinese camp, complete with hot water, air conditioning, and electricity by generator. We sat outside in the cool evening air and shared in the most bizarre cross-cultural exchange of my life. Half of the team was Ethiopian (mostly from Addis), our group of Americans, the team of Chinese men, along with an engineer from England, and one from Nepal! Although egg rolls weren’t on the menu, we happily ate the injera, enjoyed the bonfire, and danced around to Ethiopian music.
The next day included a 5:30am trip to the bus station as we all departed in our respective directions. Even though buses can’t leave until 6am, apparently they fill up fast, because they escorted our group to this bus in the back, as the rest were already full. After a while of waiting and watching the other buses leave, the girl I was sitting with tells me that there is a ranking of buses, and this one, since it is the oldest, has to leave last! That pretty much set the pace for the day. A painfully slow bus ride later I was finally back home in Dangila able to rest up after a wonderful weekend.
The next day included a 5:30am trip to the bus station as we all departed in our respective directions. Even though buses can’t leave until 6am, apparently they fill up fast, because they escorted our group to this bus in the back, as the rest were already full. After a while of waiting and watching the other buses leave, the girl I was sitting with tells me that there is a ranking of buses, and this one, since it is the oldest, has to leave last! That pretty much set the pace for the day. A painfully slow bus ride later I was finally back home in Dangila able to rest up after a wonderful weekend.
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