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Wenchi Camping Trip

So I’ve been away quite a lot recently, I’ll try to write as much about them as I can remember. Two weekends ago, we went back to Lake Wenchi for a second camping trip there. We had decided that the better place to set up camp was down beside the hot springs, rather than beside the lake so that we wouldn’t get blown away. We paid for our guides and set about setting up camp. One of the amusing things about Ethiopia is that if a group of white people descend onto a completely quiet, empty field, it’s not 2 minutes before locals start appearing from nowhere. I’m fairly sure they can smell forengii and come out of holes in the ground. This is, however, a little irritating because they like nothing better than to sit and stare at you for hours at a time.

We spent two days at the hot spring this time; and had quite a bit of fun with some of the local kids on Saturday, soaking them with water from the stream whenever they got too close. One of them lost his shoe while he ran back from some of the water, which Brian promptly picked up and set on a stick in the middle of the water. Watching the kids try and get this back without getting wet was very funny.

Brian thought it would be funny to try and get me to drink from an empty beer bottle that he had filled with another liquid. I’ll not say what it was, but if you’ve seen Dumb and Dumber, that’s a big clue. We got him back when we had dinner; we used tin-foil wrapped packages to cook on the fire; and made another one with a piece of dried cow poo. As he opened it, he confessed that his first thought was “Mine looks like poo!” before he suddenly exclaimed, “Oh it IS poo!!!” Good times.

I’ll write about the Bale mountains trip as soon as I get a chance.

Niall

Posted at 10 March, 2009, 6:04pm

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