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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Bahir Dar diary: Move over, Maria Shriver

My hotel in Bahir Dar is steps away from the shore of Lake Tana. After several excruciating hours of boat travel through a monsoon to see the monasteries, I set out on a long walk along the papyrus-lined path leading to the source of the Nile.

I learn quickly that solitude is not easily attained in Ethiopia, nor is it considered a desirable state. A slender young Ethiopian man approaches me as I scan the water for hippos and pelicans.

“Welcome you!” he says jovially.

(...)

“Why are you so fat?” he asks pleasantly.

Having given this a lot of thought lately, I am not offended, and convince myself that this must be some sort of post-famine compliment.

“Too much injera?” It’s true – I have been eating more Ethiopian food that is strictly necessary.

“But why do you not exercise?” he insists, still smiling.

This is definitely killing my buzz. Still, I am determined to have a cultural exchange with the slender young man and rise above my vanity.

“Because I’m too fat?” I am hoping this is the right answer, because he is nice and because I want to please him.

“I will kiss you now?” It’s not so much a question as a command. I decline politely, saying that I already have a boyfriend. A blatant lie, and apparently not a deterrent.

“Do you not like the black man?”

“No! No! I like the black man! I like the black man very much!” I am semi-hysterical, thinking I have somehow offended him.

“Then why don’t you marry me? We will make pig babies.”

Pig babies! Balls. Am I really that fat?

“Who is your boyfriend?” the young slender man asks. It appears that he wants to kick my boyfriend’s ass.

I think for a moment. “Arnold Schwartzenegger,” I say.

In the moment, it seems like a good idea. In fact, it seems perfectly plausible that Arnold Schwartzenegger would throw over his beautiful and accomplished wife to run away with me to Ethiopia during the rainy season.

The slender man’s eyes widen. “The Terminator!” The reverence with which he says this fills me with self-loathing and guilt.

“And you will marry him?”

“Yes,” I reply. “And we will make pig babies together.”

But the young man grows suspicious. He wants physical evidence of Arnold. “Where is he?” he asks. I begin to panic. I am suddenly reminded of the time when I told my parents that I won a huge swimming competition at day camp and had no trophy to show for it when they became dubious.

“Exercising!” I say triumphantly. Miraculously, this is the right answer. The slender young man nods sagely, and I slink away wondering what time Arnold is going to come home from his workout, for Chrissake.

Later, I see my new friend, Solomon, who was born and raised in Bahir Dar. I explain what has just transpired.

“Solomon, what’s a pig baby?”

He thinks for a moment. “BIG baby,” he says. “BIG.”

Oh.
Right.

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Bahir Dar - to jedna zn najbardziej znanych turystycznych miejscowosci nad jeziorem Tana, blisko wodospadow na Błękitnym Nilu. Piękna, turystyczna - taki Kazimierz nad Wisłą :)