Continuing the post from hier, j'ai demandé a mon amie 'puis-je manger avec toi aujourd'hui?'. She replied 'I'm fasting', then told me to call extension 7738 when I wanted to eat. I thought she was pointing me in the direction of someone else who would eat with me, mais quand je suis revenue a mon bureau, le extension était pour le 'cafetariat'. Hahahaha. Mon dieu. Luckily, someone else overheard and offered to eat lunch with me at 1:30.
Update: The reason I was told to call the cafeteria is because you have to pre-order your food. Luckily someone pointed this out to me, and I ordered 'salade kubata' et 'C bon'. Huh? Me no know. Turned out the salad was fairly close to salade Nicoise, and the C bon was fish, rice with shrimp and various other sea creatures, and something spicy. It was Senegalese; it was ok. It certainly wasn't as good as injera! I ate with colleagues and we spoke French. When I was busy chewing or not paying attention, they spoke Wolof. Waaw. I now have enough for dinner tonight, as someone was kind enough to lend me their tupperware when I asked Puis-je prendre le riz et poisson emporter?
The whole time that I have been here Ethiopia has been blocking Blogspot (because of political dissent). I have been able to access SARTOAB through Google Reader, but with no comments. Today, though, it seems blogspot is back! Ethiopia must be back on the road to liberal democracy!
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect timing, because I have to respond to the injera bit. Let me just say that rice is way better than injera. Maybe you would have preferred sour rice?