I spent last week in Addis presenting at a national HIV/AIDS conference and meeting with government officials. Priscila, a GP from Argentina, arrived on Sabbath morning and Fletcher’s sister Emily arrived on Sunday evening, so I decided to stay in Addis until Sabbath morning, pick up Priscila, and head to AWASH Park until Sunday night, and drive to Gimbie on Monday. Tom and Denillo of ADRA Norway came with Petra, Priscila, and I to AWASH.
The road out of Addis to AWASH was under construction and I had to forge a detour through the slums to get back on track. We had hardly regained the main road when the rear wheel of a large truck in front of us came loose and started rolling down the road. The road had a significant grade so the wheel picked up speed as it traveled through several food and craft stands. It smashed into an electric pole, knocking down wires and causing a shower of sparks. People literally dived out of the way as the wheel headed back onto the road, hopping curbs and cars before finally coming to rest on the sidewalk.
A huge sugar cane plantation was recently started on the border of AWASH, driving the Afar nomads and their thousands of cattle into the park to find grazing. The tropical oasis we visited in December has become a cattle clogged dust bowl. We had scarcely reached the hot springs and started swimming when a massive dust storm, complete with thunder and lighting, reduced visibility to a few feet. We tried to stay in the water to avoid the dust, but Tom stayed a little too long and fainted.
Oddly enough, the lions have been driven into the park by the sugar cane plantation as well and their nearby roars were clearly audible through the thin walls of Petra’s cheap tent. Next morning we tracked them for several miles but eventually lost the trail in tall grass.
The return to Gimbie was comfortable enough until we reached Nekempte, were Karessa (druggist) joined our seven member group with pile of medicine. Much of Nekempte is under construction and I had to do some serious off roading just to reach the pharmacy wholesaler. Once we were fully loaded there were three people in the front seat, five in the back seat, and the behind the backseat was packed to the roof with meds. On top of the roof we had all the baggage, more meds, and three new mattresses for the hospital.
The five foot stack on the roof did nothing to help our fuel mileage, which was a pity because Ethiopia is having a fuel shortage at the moment and I had been unable to find fuel on the way to Nekempte. By the time we rolled into Gimbie both tanks were well below empty.
The power just went out and we are running the generator with what fuel we have left. We’d siphon from the ambulance, but it is at Mugi clinic. I hope they find enough fuel to get back for the weekend. Mark will soon have our new 10,000 liter fuel tank installed so we should be able to dodge this problem in the future.
Maternity World Wide’s Safe Birth Fund has caused a dramatic increase in the number of births at GAH, saving countless lives. We have so many beds in the female ward that there is hardly room to walk through.
Our surgeon (Ethiopian) must leave soon to honor commitments with the government. I am scrambling desperately trying to find someone to fill in once he leaves. The director of our nursing school has similar problems. And both our Ethiopian GPs will leave in three weeks. Not to mention the issues with the nurses. The only way to survive here is to live one day at a time. As Girma likes to say “everything is miraculous, there is nothing common for those who work for God.”
Ah good, the power came back. Now if it will just stay on until we can get some fuel…
Paul