There has just been so much happening this week and I have hardly found time to update my blog. A million and one things have been going through my mind but just to find the time to read, reflect and write seems impossible. However in the midst of all the mayhem and madness got an e-mail from a friend that I have to share! See: http://www.thankyouproject.com.au/other/photos/show/4431.
Brought back memories of Ethiopia that actually made me go find the pictures that we took on our - Saskia and I - trip that took place in May 2006. We stayed at a Jamaican friend's house, Sas had a new camera and we were fooling around taking pictures, shooting home music videos (long story!) - some of my favourites included the pic of me I now use on my blog.
Pictures aside there was:
- visiting Shashemane and meeting some of the Jamaican Rastafarians that had moved there. Left mixed feelings about choices, religion, beliefs, the struggle of acceptance in a culture and country that is inherently not yours;
- a wicked Jamaican restaurant that served the best reggae music, oxtail, curried goat, and rice and peas;
- hearing TOK's 'Footprints' for the first time, the lyrics even more relevant given our early morning 'search and find mission' to Shash, where one of Lorna's son, along with some other people, on their way back from a dance in a neighbouring community were held up by armed robbers. Luck, everyone shaken but ok;
Brought back memories of Ethiopia that actually made me go find the pictures that we took on our - Saskia and I - trip that took place in May 2006. We stayed at a Jamaican friend's house, Sas had a new camera and we were fooling around taking pictures, shooting home music videos (long story!) - some of my favourites included the pic of me I now use on my blog.
Pictures aside there was:
- visiting Shashemane and meeting some of the Jamaican Rastafarians that had moved there. Left mixed feelings about choices, religion, beliefs, the struggle of acceptance in a culture and country that is inherently not yours;
- a wicked Jamaican restaurant that served the best reggae music, oxtail, curried goat, and rice and peas;
- hearing TOK's 'Footprints' for the first time, the lyrics even more relevant given our early morning 'search and find mission' to Shash, where one of Lorna's son, along with some other people, on their way back from a dance in a neighbouring community were held up by armed robbers. Luck, everyone shaken but ok;
- making an early morning trip to the old capital in the hills overlooking Addis, and just being awed by the share majesty of Ethiopian kings and queens and history.
Was the best of times, was the worst of times, was a strange time. Not just for me I think, but for Saskia too. We usually talk a lot about everything, but that week we seem to have just landed in a maelstrom of events that made issues about life choices, family, friends and one as an individual just that much more poignant.
Thanks Sas, not just for the card but for being a good friend. Both to Ashes and me. Nuff respect.
Was the best of times, was the worst of times, was a strange time. Not just for me I think, but for Saskia too. We usually talk a lot about everything, but that week we seem to have just landed in a maelstrom of events that made issues about life choices, family, friends and one as an individual just that much more poignant.
Thanks Sas, not just for the card but for being a good friend. Both to Ashes and me. Nuff respect.
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