- eating the staple food of Ethiopia, injera: It is made from a grain called teff and looks like a flattened foam sponge pancake. It is served on one big plate and everyone at the table shares it, using their handes to wrap pieces of injera around whatever you get served on top, which is often a vegetable or meat wot (stew). Luckily I liked injera, but once (as opposed to three times) a day was enough for me.
- getting encouraging reactions when I tried to speak Amharic or Oromiffa: Ethiopia has over 70 languages and thanks to Síle (whose language skills impressed me greatly) I picked a few phrases in Amharic (the official language) and Oromiffa (the language spoken in the region where Sile lives). The joy and merriment caused by us trying to speak these languages made me feel like a stand-up comedian and it was great encouragement.
- being called a faranji: After 15 months in Latin America being called a gringo, here I was a faranji (that is not a big eared, money-loving alien from Star Trek but rather what Ethiopians call foreigners). Everywhere we went, people called us (and often shouted at us) the word faranji. This was especially the case the following week in Jimma where Síle and I took part in a 7km race (this was supposed to be only 5km, but a few minutes before it started they announced that it would actually be 2km longer!) that was part of the "Great Ethiopian Run" during which people in the crowd lining the city's streets encouraged me throughout the run.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
From gringo to faranji
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
24 hours in Dubai
On my way from Ireland to Ethiopia, I had a one day stopover in the UAE. I managed to pack in lot, seeing both sides of Dubai:
- the traditional - I took a local public boat across Dubai Creek to visit gold and spice souks (markets); and
- the ultra-modern - I looked up at the world's tallest building, the 828m high Burj Khalifa which opened in 2010,
and I walked around the Dubai Mall, which includes an aquarium, ice rink and waterfall, as well as all the world's most stylish brands. I'm happy to say that in this city of Prada and Gucci the thing that I was most impressed with was the Dubai Mall's bookshop.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A Guinness-filled half-time break
Spending a month back in Ireland was the perfect way to take a mini-break from all my travelling, especially as I am approaching the halfway mark in my career break. I was glad to discover that, contrary to the image I had of a country in meltdown, all seemed well in Ireland. At least that was the impression I had from all the festive bars and restuarants I frequented in my attempts to catch up with as many people as possible.
But the most important people I had to meet for the first time were my two nephews - Tom

Tuesday, December 14, 2010
A great stepping stone back to home
My transition back to the wintery developped world was helped by the facts that in places Colombia is very modern (certainly a big step up from Peru) and that, away from the hot Caribbean coast, the climate in November and December is relatively cool. Even so, once I got passed an incredulous US customs official ("You've been travelling for 15 months?!"), I felt a bit out of place during my stop-over in Orlando airport given its cleanliness and facilities, especially toliets where you can flush the toilet paper!
From there I flew onto New York, where I was joined the next day by Aileen and Nicole. We had the perfect week, which had the nice mix of seeing and doing a lot during the day without pushing it too much (like ice-skating in Central Park),
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The art of travelling in rainy Colombia
I had generally done quite well in avoiding being in countries during their rainy seasons, but I ended my travels in South America by being in Colombia during their worst rains in nearly 40 years.But it wasn't too bad; it just meant that we visited a fair few museums and art galleries (I especially liked this painting in Medellin by Fernando Botero about the death of the other famous man from Medellin - the drug lord Pablo Escobar)
and we did some muddy treks. In the end, we decided to embrace the mud by bathing in the mud volcanic pool outside Cartagena - a fun and truely unique experience.During my last few weeks in Colombia, I was reminded of Alain de Botton's book "The Art of Travel". One thing I remember from reading it was his view that guide books' and other people's supposed highlights do not have to be your highlights. While the walled, coastal city of Cartagena certainly lived up to the hype, for me other so-called highlights failed to greatly impress. For instance, while we heard that going to the beach in Tayrona National Park was a "once in a lifetime experience", I much preferred the couple of days we (Ciaran, Elaine and myself) spent at the stunning and deserted beach a little further along the Caribbean coast at Palomino (where we slept in a hut on stilts literally right at the water's edge).
Similarly, for me what made our time in Salento in the Coffee Region so memorable was not the hike to see the famous wax palms, but rather our night out there. We started by drinking in a "wild west" type saloon full of men wearing ponchos and cowboy hats playing cards and billards, and then moved onto another bar where at the back you could play tejo. This game, which is free to play so long as you keep buying drink, is one of the best pub activities I've ever done. We had hours of fun throwing metal disks at a clay-filled target box about 15 metres away which was filled with little packets of gunpowder - there was such a great sense of joyous satisfaction at hitting one of the packets and causing an explosion!
Other personal highlights of Colombia, which don't get mentioned in guidebooks, include: going into shops that sell both motorbikes and washing machines;
seeing people on the street making calls from "public" mobile phones that are chained onto the vendor (the guy holding the sign, who is standing in Bogota's main plaza, has half a dozen phones chained to his belt - its common to see a bunch of people all making phone calls standing around these guys);
and seeing roadside posters calling the army today's heroes of Colombia. The army certainly are all over the country (it was the norm to pass through several army checkpoints on every bus trip). I just thought it was interesting to see them portrayed like movie-heroes.
My time in Colombia was a nice reminder to avoid the trap of blindly following the Lonely Planet or of putting too much faith in other people's recommendations. The fact that we did some of our own things made my time in Colombia a nice end to my Latin American adventures.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
In praise of Salomon
- walking all around the colonial city of Popayán in the south of the country, with its streets lined with all-white buildings;
- horse-riding in the countryside around San Agustin
to several statue-filled sites;
- salsa dancing in Cali, where myself and Ciarán again met up with Elaine and her friends;
- trekking for five days with Ciarán and Elaine through rivers and mud
to the "Lost City of Tayrona".
Me and my Salomon runners have done a lot of fun stuff over the last 15 months, and I expect their replacements (which I plan to buy in New York in December) will serve me just as well!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Moving from south to north
Despite having fourteen months in Latin America, I somehow started to run out of time. Therefore I had to move through Ecuador fairly quickly. But in my two and a half weeks there I had some great experiences:
- Quilotoa Loop: After two days in the pleasant city of Cuenca, we spent three days travelling between rural mountain villages centred around the dramatic Quilotoa crater lake (hence this circular trip is known as the "Quilotoa Loop"). As well as hiking around the lake (reaching a height of over 4,000m),
I will remember this trip for our two hour stint in the back of the local milk truck as it did its daily rounds collecting milk from the local farmers and in the process bringing us and some locals from one village to the next.
- Cotopaxi National Park: Part of our four days here was spent relaxing and reading either in hammocks or by a roaring fire, and part was spent climbing to the summit of the mountain itself. At 5,897m high, Cotopaxi is higher than Mont Blanc and Kilamanjaro and it is the highest active volcano in the world. Climbing on a snow-covered glacier by the light of the full moon is probably the single most memorable thing I've done in South America. Its hard to describe how great it felt to reach the top. Luckily Ciarán has done a great job in detailing our adventures, which will soon be available to read on his blog.
- Quito: While on a couple of occasions we felt the unsafeness that we had been warned about, I quite liked the Ecuadorian capital, especially the Old Town (where we did a tour of the Presendential Palace just a few weeks after a so-called attempted coup!).
- The jungle: Ten hours east of Quito in the Amazonia region, we spent a fun four days in the jungle. We stayed in a remote lodge
and did a lot of swimming and animal watching - we saw monkeys, river dolphins, snakes (a boa and an anaconda), countless spiders (including tarantulas) and birds, and we heard a jaguar in the distance during a night hike. I also went fishing for the first time in my life, and I caught a piranha!
On the bus to the Colombian border we crossed the equator, so after nearly eleven months I'm back in the northern hemisphere and onto my final Latin American country - Colombia!