107 – A day in God’s own playground, Simien Mountains, Ethiopia.

 

 

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Simien mountains are known for Gelada baboons or weeping heart monkeys. These territorial baboons have a red heart-shaped patch of hair on their chests. Even though they appear to be cute they can cause deadly damage with their razor-sharp teeth.

Luckily for us, they were quite shy and escaped scrambling up small hillocks the minute they saw us. Alex, the Russian teacher proved to be a worthy chaser. He took off after them and clicked some worthwhile keepsake snaps.   

 

Tasleem was quite disappointed that she could not snap the Gelada Baboons. Someone remarked, “Those are monkeys, and they are our distinct cousins. They need to show respect by waiting to be clicked by their Jaat Bhais (Cousins in Hindi)”.

 

Not to be outdone Kuldeep replied, “Arrey bhai log, they are Ethiopian monkeys and not Indian. So they are not aware of our Reethi and Riwaaz (our culture and customs)”. The entire group roared in laughter and our real Bhai (Ethiopian guard with the AK -47) was nonplussed, but smiled politely!

 

We found huge berry-like fruits, hundreds of them. Jeevan sir cracked one open. It was not pulpy but had many black seeds. We were pondering whether to taste them. “Tewe (STOP) !!!!!” said the guard snatching the fruit from Jeevan sir’s hand.

 

None of us could understand Amharic, but his mime was chilling. He was telling us that the fruit and the seeds were poisonous. That the seeds were ground to make poison used as a dip for the arrows. The final rubbing into the wound.  “The fruit is so poisonous that even the Galada baboons would not touch them. Someone whispered from the back, “Oh my god, he is insinuating that the baboons are better than us. At least common sense wise!”

 

Somebody else said, “At least he is better at mime and acting than most of our film stars”. I could not agree more!

 

Finally, we reached the mountain’s table-top. The air was cold and brisk. Even though taking a breath was slightly difficult due to the rarefied atmosphere, we could still enjoy the vistas, the low that came in quickly and played truant with us all the time. It was as if we were floating in the clouds.

 

We had limited time at hand. Our drivers gave us an ultimatum. “One hour” they said. We were in unison with them. The drive up was scary and we were sure that the climb down would be equally hard and scary.

 

Even If one of our vans broke down, we were done for the night. Simien mountains were not home to dangerous animals like tigers and Lions but the nights can become cold. We were wearing woollens but they would not be adequate for spending a night in one of the coldest places in Ethiopia! Night temperatures could fall to as much as -10 degrees centigrade.

 

The guide informed us that we were very near a hot spring source. We were all excited as hot springs are supposed to be elixirs for health. We tried approaching the hot springs but were stopped dead by the stench! The approach to the hot springs had an obnoxious smell.

 

Undeterred Kuldeep and I approached the hot springs. The hot springs were a huge disappointment. It was a shallow place and the government had fitted some taps for people to use the hot water. But the locals and the tourists were using it as a free toilet and the stench was unbearable. We bet a quick retreat!

 

Away from the hot springs we sat down and had our humble lunch. We invited the drivers and our guard but they declined. They were not very keen on our chapattis, curry and rice menu. They had meagre lunch, Injera, some chilli powder and onion. Once their lunch was done, some quick chewing of the Khat leaves and they were ready to move again!

Surrounding us and greedily looking on were a group of blackbirds. Menacing and quite big. So big that forget Pranav and Sahithi, even the elderly were scared!

Listening to the whispering the Zoologist in me woke up (after all, my basic degree was in B.Z.C! Botany Zoology and Chemistry). “not to worry, not to worry” I Cooed like a smug Pigeon, “That is not an eagle or a vulture, it is a Raven”.

 

This scared the group even further as most did not know what a raven was, “Raven is a sort of a crow, big crow”. The showman in me could not take it any longer, “raven is the bird that was featured in Damien (Omen 2). In the movie the raven plucks a lady’s eyes out of their sockets” I glibly explained.

 

Now the entire group was dead scared. Head down they munched on the food, never for a second looking at the innocent Ravens. The magnificent ravens were not bothered. They were harmless and were quite happy with the bits of the chapattis and the tiger rice (Pulihora) flung in their direction. They were majestic birds, totally black and completely harmless!

 

Lunch done we climbed down and reached Gondar back without any hitch or accident. I told the group, “maybe we were blessed by the Ravens” Giving me scornful looks they all disappeared into the rooms. Wanting to rest their aching bones!

 

Padma, Aunty, Pranav, Sahithi and me went around the beautiful Gondar city. We bought ten Kgs of precious Sona Masoori rice. At 10 birr/Kilo (around 50 rupees) it was a steal. We bought Semiya too! Gondar is a bigger city than Bahirdar and has many ice-cream centres, unlike Bahirdar.

 

Wonder of wonders we found and bought Cadbury chocolates much to Pranav and Sahithi’s delight. They also had avocado juice. Avocado juice in Ethiopia is the 8^th wonder of the world. Juices in Ethiopia at least at that time had to be eaten and not drunk.

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Served with a spoon, even an eight-year-old Pranav could not finish a full glass, He had to share it with Sahithi! Aunty, Padma and me had sissy drinks, Macatho (Coffee with milk)! Something that the Ethiopians simply abhorred (hated). For a blue-blooded Ethiopian coffee had to be black and strong, and many cups of it in a day! (1040)