WGP

There are days when we don't even feel like leaving the guesthouse, because it is so exhausting going through the city.  We are just walking dollar signs and nobody even knows a thing about us.  You literally cannot walk more than 5 steps without someone coming up to you with their hands in your face asking for money.  While we wait for the bus 4 or 5 people start hitting our arm or shoulder, or rubbing the fingers together.  You sit on the bus and someone comes up tapping on the glass beside your face, pointing to your purse. Everything we buy or any taxi we get into is just another chance for us to get the WGP ( the White Girl Price as Jenn and I have started referring to it as).  I know that compared to most, we are extremely lucky and have a lot, but it's annoying to see the guy next to me on the bus pay 1 Birr and the bus driver tell us it's 10.  It's the principle...Sometimes I feel like saying " You know what, I am a student and I owe the bank thousands and thousands of dollars and I spent the last year fundraising for a teaching practicum that could have been in a number of countries around the world and we decided to see Ethiopia for ourselves." I usually just end up saying " hello I'm Laura, how are you? nice to meet you" when they immediately ask for money. Anyway about 5 minutes into our trip into town Leanne's brand new phone got stolen.... Frustrating.  Jenn's shoes got stolen right from the guesthouse yesterday which is also annoying.  It's just a different world I guess....3rd world.

I'm going to try and take more pictures around the city to give everyone an idea of what it's like, I just don't want all my stuff getting stolen ( sad but true).  I'm excited to do some weekend trips, because I'd love to get a chance to see the other parts of Ethiopia that aren't in the city (The Blue Nile, Lallibella etc).