Mini-Bus

On our recent day off, Joel, Megan, I and Philemon (an Ethiopian friend), all took a trip to a waterfall located out of the city. Most anyone who has ever been abroad, especially to a third world country, has experienced the joy of in a mini bus. Being a traveled veteran I thought they were all quite similar until my most recent experience.

After walking to town, we decided to take a mini bus to the waterfall instead of paying what is equivalent to two-months wages for one ride in a taxi. We found the bus that was going where we needed to go and boarded it. Unfortunately we were the first ones on the bus and soon learned that the bus would not leave until it was completely full. For an hour and a half we sat there as the bus began to fill up, and then empty out as people got sick of waiting. The afternoon rush finally came and the bus was finally packed and ready to go. Not being used to the heat, I enjoyed the ride with my window open and the air blowing in my face. My enjoyment was abruptly interrupted when the man behind me motioned for me to shut the window. I shut the window and grumbled for a bit until he eventually opened his window because he got too hot. The mini bus continued on going further out of town and into the desert with no signs of there being a waterfall anywhere in sight. We stopped to pick up a man. This wasn't any old man carrying a bag of grain, but rather a man carrying a bag with a kitten inside. The kitten was hysterical, meowing as if someone had put it in a bag with a python and it was being sucked down as lunch. Us friengies (white people) could not believe that someone would carry a kitten in a bag, and dealing with the language barrier we had no idea what the man was doing with the kitten. As if the ride could not get any more crazy- it was hot and dusty, we had no idea where we were going or how there could possibly be a waterfall in the desert, there was a kitten being tossed around in a sack and possibly sat on- we made another stop. The door of the mini bus opened and in rushed 20 people all fighting for spots on this full bus that only carries 12 people. Pushing and thrusting their bodies into the bus we decided that we were close enough to our stop that we would get out. After careful maneuvering by the attending money taker, we were off the bus in five minutes.

We walked through the desert to an oasis that is the waterfall. We had to pay some kids at the trail entrance in agreement that they would not follow us anymore. On the mini bus ride home I sat next to an old guy who carried a gun. He rode for about 30 seconds and then got off- I laughed nervously for all 30 seconds.