One morning a rooster woke me up and an annoying noice that sounded like bongo drums. Half asleep I told Sanna that the Ethiopians have a very bad taste in music! Waking up the noice turned out to be constructorbuilders hammering on steal. Sorry Ethiopians for my mistake. We ate a bad tasting breakfast yet again; dry bread with smelly cheese, mayo and ketchup. Sorry for sounding perky, but it wasn't nice. Back at the hotel a cat followed us, screaming. And I mean...

Ishee! Right before our departure I asked my sister Sanna if she was nervous. She answered: "Yeah, but more if I've forgotten anything, than if I'm gonna get killed." I feel the exact opposite! due to all the horror stories we've been told I've become really worried. Before I saw it as an adventure; now I'm scared of leaving the hostel. But i know that if I would've chickened out and stayed home; I would've never forgiven myself. It's because i'm worried it's e...