Friday, April 30, 2004
The Bed
Jo wants a new bed. For guests. She turns up unexpectedly one Friday evening in Keren and catches Isak, his brother Kesete and I downing beers at Bar Elen.
The plan is this: we scout the town the next day to buy a bed and a mattress then bus back to Shimangus Lalai with them both. The logic is that it is actually easier to get a bed onto the bus from Keren than from Asmara because the latter is no more than a minibus.
So we buy the bed and mattress and head on our way, after negotiating a price for carriage. Along the way, it starts to rain and the driver very helpfully stops to take the mattress off the top and into the bus to keep it dry.
By the time we get to Serejeka, there is a serious storm threatening. Thunder and lightening crash in the north-east and the storm is approaching fast.
Jo and I take hold of the bed, mattress on top, and start the mile or so up to Shimangus Lalai. We are both laughing hysterically: we are carrying a large metal frame along and open track while an electrical storm speeds our way and fork lightening crashes a few hundred yards away. This is the kind of thing you read about. This is the kind of thing that merits a Darwin award for death by stupidity.
Needless to say we made it safely.
The plan is this: we scout the town the next day to buy a bed and a mattress then bus back to Shimangus Lalai with them both. The logic is that it is actually easier to get a bed onto the bus from Keren than from Asmara because the latter is no more than a minibus.
So we buy the bed and mattress and head on our way, after negotiating a price for carriage. Along the way, it starts to rain and the driver very helpfully stops to take the mattress off the top and into the bus to keep it dry.
By the time we get to Serejeka, there is a serious storm threatening. Thunder and lightening crash in the north-east and the storm is approaching fast.
Jo and I take hold of the bed, mattress on top, and start the mile or so up to Shimangus Lalai. We are both laughing hysterically: we are carrying a large metal frame along and open track while an electrical storm speeds our way and fork lightening crashes a few hundred yards away. This is the kind of thing you read about. This is the kind of thing that merits a Darwin award for death by stupidity.
Needless to say we made it safely.
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