blog numro uno : tsegasaurus and riders of the ringroad
We are 9 days shy for a solid four month, since the mighty tsegasaurus became extinct in
What a green weekend it has been, ironically it was also St. Paddy’s. Green because, after constant scorching sun, we got a weekend full of rain with an occasional sun shine sneaking behind dark cloud. If there was some way to listen to the plants, you would here them letting out an orgasmic moan.
Green because, on Saturday we chewed khat - a leafy narcotic enjoyed in many parts of
khat makes you feel like the great hulk minus the anger and destruction, the effect of shrooms with out the freaky visuals. however, the amount of chewing evolved to reach that state would compare you to a giraffe (giraffe: a lanky herbivore that dwells in the African savanna). it’s also very sour but very distinct taste, after all how many of us go around munching on strange plants. To sweeten the deal, most people chew chat with peanuts and sugar, the later being responsible for the dental problems in frequent chewers.
Back to Saturday’s session; it took four hours of constant chewing to feel the effects followed by almost an entire night of talking. It was fun but it wasn’t real, after a few hours of sleep, I got up late Sunday morning sober but with a sore jaw to remind me of my Saturday night. eating breakfast wasn’t an option considering the amount of pain involved to chew. so I skipped breakfast and took pain killers. Reality sucks. Lesson is; I won’t be chewing khat often considering I like to get my kicks fast –wham bam thank you mam style and I don’t want any villain part in a James bond movie (the return of jaws).
On the way back from looking at the place, I wasn’t willing to gain another inch on my already inch tall mudcake and my friend who I managed to drag out of his warm abode didn’t want to get his polished timboots dirty. Our only option to avoid me breaking my neck by falling of my mud platforms and him dirtying his boots, was to walk on the otherside of the ring road, which involves….you guessed it…illegally crossing the ring road. DAN DAN DAN! gladly it was Sunday and there weren’t many automobiles, we waited for the best opportunity and bolted across the ring road by perfectly clearing the obstacles. Ironically, the Ethiopian running squad won the world cross country championship that same day while I and my mate won our lives and clean shoe.
My jaw felt better after the trip, most probably by the adrenalin rush. I had bite to eat and enjoyed the rest of my Sunday.