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A bit ago I got a call about removing a possum box full of bees on the property of a couple near here. They turned out to be very lovely. The other day I went back there to see how the bees were doing. They apparently have a youtube channel called "Selling Up & Buying A Chateau," which is, apparently, a thing. Anyway they videoed me looking at the beehive and made it into a nice little edited-together youtube video and posted it on their channel, and here it is! Also they're apparently friends with the guy who runs a Saturday morning garden show on one of the major radio stations here and on their recommendation now I'm scheduled to go on the show on March 11th, so that will be a whole thing.

Anyway, here's the youtube episode, starting at the part featuring me.

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So I give presentations to beekeeping clubs about the development work I do ... and at one I recently gave they videoed me and edited it together and put it on the youtube!

So here's my presentation:

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Continuing this story after much delay...



Sunday, November 30th - Woke up at 3am in a bare white-walled hotel room in the small town of Adwa, Ethiopia. I'd been vaguely aware of the sound of people awake outside "all night" (ie the three hours since I'd gone to bed). Which might imply I slept badly or didn't sleep, but I have the unique superpower to hear things at night and be momentarily awoken, without my sleep being disturbed.
   After about twenty minutes we were all up, Doug and I and the Gebremeskal family, and we piled into the family van to drive the short distance to Axum. Although it was the middle of the night there were indeed people milling about and on the road walking to Axum (twenty kilometers). Predictably the crowds got more numerous the closer we got to Axum, until we arrived in that town, where it appeared everyone was awake. We found parking surprisingly easily on a side street (see also, few automobiles in Ethiopia) and walked down the main road towards the church and giant stelae. As mentioned previously, Axum is the site of the chapel containing the Ark of the Covenant ... and I'd been falsely informed that they trot it out once a year at this festival, so I was eagerly looking forward to accomplishing one of my life goals (finding the Holy Grail is of course another).



   We managed to squeeze in with the crowd into the enclosure around the church. Since there was a thick current of people making a slow circumambulation of the church it was possible to get in the crowd and flow with it. Just about any person who could speak English took the opportunity to warn Doug and I against pick pockets in this crowd in which one was constantly getting pressed against by other people. I had my hands in my pockets but couldn't protect my jacket pockets, though they had nothing of value in them. Still I kind of expected the papers that were in them to be pickpocketed and when I finally escaped from the crush around this church containing the Ark of the Covenant completely unscathed I regarded it as clear proof I am the pure of heart ... notwithstanding what anyone may say to the contrary :D
   Doug caught someone trying to reach their hand right into his pocket. Grabbed the hand and looked the guy straight in the eye. Then let him go. We both wondered how is it that people can enter the church compound, presumably with the intention to take part in the holy ceremonies, and then try to commit such a crime right there within the church.
   Anyway keep it mind it was still about 4am when we were here in this crowd. Some priests at a table were selling traditional long beeswax candles, made by dipping a strand of wool over and over again in wax. Many people were holding these lit candles, creating a starry array of candle lights in the dark around the church.



   After we got some candles we found a place to edge out of the current of moving people for awhile. It didn't seem like much was happening other than waiting for something. Daniel told Doug and I to go ahead and go forward, and if we got separated to meet at the car at 10am. So we stepped back into the current, let it carry us forward, but the crush got greater up there, there was even a moment or two where I thought about those news stories abotu "100 people crushed at religious pilgrimage in India" and was slightly concerned for my safety. Doug and I decided to jump streams into the outbound current. By now we could see the church steps (one doesn't generally go in an Ethiopian Orthodox church, it all takes place around it), and it appeared people were ceremoniously throwing leaves around or sometihng. There were these leaves they'd throw on the ground which when trod upon made a pleasant smell.

   Once the current swept us out of the church compound suddenly there was much more elbow room, it was still what one would call crowded (and still pre-dawn), but you no longer had people pressed against you from all sides. Doug and I made our way down to the giant stelae and set next to the ancient stone wall there for awhile crowd watching:



   I kind of wish I hadn't cut out the video right there, that young fellow actually spoke pretty good english and we had an interesting little conversation with him.
   We saw a few other ferringi -- white people -- about, usually huddled together in a group following closely behind their guide and darting furtive glances about like they were surrounded by wild animals.

   Finally we noticed the crowd seemed to be gravitating towards the area in front of the stelae again so we went that way and tried to get a peek at the center of the crowd. I couldn't see much myself so I held up my camera and took a picture over everyone's heads to see what was going on and discovered two lines of yellow-clad priests with canes doing a kind of dance where the two lines danced towards eachother and back again:



   I was really excited that any minute now they were going to break out the Ark, but then they finished that dance and proceeded in a sort of parade away past the church.

   It was only a short while later that it was time to meet back up with the Gebremeskel family down by where the car had parked. We met them there, had breakfast at a cafe, and then we all proceeded back to Adwa. Back in Adwa there was another round of family visits including lunch again, which once again I tried to insist I was far too full but they stuffed me anyway.
   Roadtrip from there back to Mek'ele was nice, with many gorgeous views of the Ethiopian landscape, including a sort of mini grand canyon we went up the side of. Watched the sun set from a mountain pass, and the rest was through the dark of night on in to Mek'ele. (:



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Addis Ababa

Feb. 2nd, 2015 07:01 am
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Wednesday, November 26th, Addis Ababa - The plan this day was to catch a flight to Mek'ele in the northern highlands of Ethiopia. As luck would have it, this was not to be.

   We had a nice breakfast in the Dessie Hotel's restaurant. On the television, as had been the case on all the televisions in the airports the day before, are scenes of burning cars in the United States -- the Ferguson verdict had just come out. It reminded me of how misleading the news can be, just like an alarming number of people in the States seem to think ebola is all over Africa because of what they see on the news , to see the news in Africa you could easy get the impression that the entirety of the United States was filled with burning cars and riots at the time.

   Around noon we checked out of the hotel, and loaded our stuff into the hotel's car. They had courtesy survice to and from the airport, which was nice because it was way across town. In this case, they obligingly agreed even to take us on our planned adventure of visiting the Ethiopian Airlines office downtown and then meeting some friends of mine for lunch before continuing on to the airport. All for no charge!

   Driving through the city of Addis one definitely gets the impression of a lesser level of development than Nairobi. I was told that Addis is trying to set itself up as a regional capitol for all of Africa, and they do have the African Union headquarters (a distinctive tall clean modern building not far from our hotel), but Nairobi is going to give them tough competition. Traffic's certainly better than Nairobi -- there can still be traffic on the main thoroughfares in the city but everywhere outside of Addis there seemed to be a downright sparce number of vehicles on the road. I'm told cars are outrageously expensive, even compared to developed countries, due to both the cost of importing them and a tax on them somewhere in the range of 100%. One might get the false impression the roads in the capitol are all dirt, but that's just because they seem to perpetually have about an inch of mud over the asphalt. The whole city seemed like a giant construction yard, with seemingly every fifth lot being under construction. Another fifth of all lots seemed to be a bank for some reason. I guess the government is trying to heavily encourage investment by mandating a large number of physical banking locations, which seems to be a heavy handed and misguided development strategy sadly typical of the government.
   One interesting thing I saw more than once at these construction sites -- women, wearing hard hats, caked in dried mud, operating cement mixers and other construction equipment .. wearing dresses.



   The Ethiopian Airlines office downtown turned out to be very crowded and busy. We took a number and it took about twenty minutes before it came up. We'd reserved our flight to Mek'ele through a travel agent friend of our friend Simon way back in Moshi, so we anticipated this just being a matter of paying for the ticket and physically receiving it. As it turns out flights for the next day would cost half as much (around $150 round trip vs $300), I forget if this was higher than what we'd been told back in Moshi or if the next day was just cheaper than we'd been aware of. While we were at it we booked the rest of our Ethiopian flights -- I'd be leaving Mek'ele earlier than Doug to fly to Bahir Dar, spending one full day there, and then returning to Addis, and then to Nairobi one day earlier than Doug. While our flights home from Nairobi were both on the 7th of December, mine was 20 minutes after midnight on that date (ie really the night of the 6th) and his was the evening of the 7th, and he'd decided he hated Nairobi and didn't want to spend one more minute there than he needed to. It took us about forty minutes to make these plans, and they only had one chair for the two of us, and I had to lean over the counter to hear the agent, so it was all kind of tedious. Also, these plans would of course later change. But my flights came out to less than $200, which was nice.

   Next we proceeded to meet my friend by the piassa. When I'd been in Ethiopia in 2012 my friend my interpreter in Nigeria (Dayo) had put me in contact with a girl (Etfwork) he for some reason knew in Ethiopia, but we'd never managed to meet. Still though we'd been facebook friends ever since, which, you know, makes us practically related. When you meet up with an Ethiopian girl, it seems they invariably show up with a friend. Usuaully they don't warn you ahead of time but on this occasion she advised me she was bringing her sister Rahel, which was great because I'd have Doug with me as well.
   The Piasso area seemed a little more of an upscale shopping area than the rest of town, not that the road wasn't still covered in mud, but fashionably dressed girls with glittery purses were strolling about. My phone plan didn't work in Ethiopia so we had to depend on a time set hours before and a general location "by the cinema by the piassa." We had our driver drop us off and then find somewhere nearby to hang out while we went looking for the girls. I wasn't sure exactly how we were to get ahold of him again either as we disappeared into the crowd. I was really worried we'd never find them but a few minutes later a girl was hailing us through the crowd, it was Eftwork! A few minutes later her sister joined us and we all sat down in a cafe for a quick cup of coffee.
   Both girls, as it happens, were gorgeous. Eftwork very extroverted, with an explosion of curly brown hair; Rahel was much more introverted, her black glossy hair fell in cascades over jangly gold earrings, and she was very quiet, especially at first. She had recently graduated from Bahir Dar University, and also earned a lot of points with me when I asked what her favorite movie was and she said she prefers to read. Their family was originally from Eritrea, but when war broke out between Ethiopia and Eritrea in the 90s they were permanently separated from that country.

   A quick word about Ethiopian names, Rahel seems to be the most common girls name, with Samrawit a close second in my highly informal polling. Among the guys it seems to be Daniel and Girmay. Haven't met any other Etfworks. An occasionally-encountered girls name I think is pretty cool is Tsion.

   From there we went to buy a new piece of luggage for me, since my tiny piece of luggage could no longer hold all the sweet loot I'd accumulated (I just had a little 5kg sports bag). Bought a bigger piece of wheeled luggage from a roadside vendor as it began to drizzle (had been dreary all day). Then we returned to our hotel to check back in, since we were no longer leaving that day. Our driver seemed a bit miffed that we weren't going to the airport as planned, and I felt a bit like we'd accidentally taken advantage of the hotel's free airport shuttle to just go around town, but we tipped the driver very well and this more than satisfied him. Had lunch at the hotel restaurant:



   We then took a taxi back downtown and the girls showed us around. One sight that left a particularly strong impression was the "Red Terror Museum." In the early eighties the monarchy under Emperor Haile Salassie was overthrown by a communist regime called the Derg (which just sounds evil in my opinion), and it was, predictably, tyrannical and oppressive. The Red Terror museum had many exhibits pertaining to this, among other things a room with shelves and shelves and shelves of human skulls recovered from a mass grave. That was.. very sobering. The docent was a very dignified and well spoken man in maybe his forties, but completely bald. He told us how he was arrested when he was 15 for no reason, and spent the next eight years being tortured and in captivity. Specifically I remember he said they pulled his toenails out. Even when he was finally released, he didn't know what to do, he'd spent his formative years in the depths of a dungeon and he was still watched and persecuted by the government, had no friends, no family left, people were afraid to help him because they knew the government was watching him. In particular he seemed to get a bit emotional when he talked about how the leaders of that cruel regime had had their sentences pardoned and lived free to this day.

   I've always studiously avoided being out in an African city after dark but as the sky darkened the girls seemed unworried, and I figured if they felt safe I probably shouldn't worry. Doug wanted to visit an Ethiopian church so we went to the one right downtown. Ethiopian churches aren't mainly buildings, like most churches, so much as an enclosure with a building in the middle -- the priest preaches from the porch of the building to congregants around it. The enclosure if full of trees. So even in the city, the enclosure of the church is a refuge of shady trees. In this case it was some sort of holiday, so from the moment we entered the enclosure gate there were crowds of people with candles. A long walkway led up a slope to the church grounds, and htis was lined by people with candles. When we reached the top there was a small ocean of candles, no light but the thousands of candles. A very gentle rain was falling in slow fat drops, just enough to seem mystical. It was beautiful.

   After this, Doug went back to the hotel, not being much of a night owl. Leaving me alone with two gorgeous Ethiopian girls, that devil! ::shakes fist!::
   We took a local taxi bus -- mini-busses that go around set routes and are packed with people, to the Bole neighborhood near the airport to a traditional dance hall. I was kind of expecting it to be all touristy but nearly everyone else there was local. Apparently its a Thing, and the locals actually go to these things, wherein traditional dancers perform on a stage while the audience sits around tables eating traditional food (which they also eat every day so I guess its just "food" to them), and every now and then the dancers come down and dance with people in the audience or even kidnap them on to the stage. Amusement is had by all. Here's a super short clip of one of the dances:



   As for traditional food I specifically ordered a plate with some of the raw beef dish on it. When I'd tried raw beef during my first visit I hadn't been able to enjoy it because I was sure I was about to die of some horrible disease. I afterwards googled it and found that there's actually no significant health risk to eating raw beef, so I wanted to give it another try now that I was fortified with this knowledge. Also drank tej, the traditional Ethopian mead (a mead with hops). Altogether had a thoroughly lovely time. The girls flagged down a taxi for me and negotiated a good rate to my hotel (always really helps to have a local friend negotiate your taxi fare, since they'll know what's an outlandish rate while you might not), and I returned to the hotel after a thoroughly delightful first day in Ethiopia.

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Okay more pictures from the roadtrip across Tanzania. I swear the regular narrative will continue eventually.



This was a dancing troupe that was dancing to welcome us to one of the bee sites we visited on the official three day "technical excursion" after the conference. We had a similar welcome at one other site but unfortunately that was after sunset and no good pictures.



And I took a video!




( Eight pictures uploaded today )
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   Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] furzicle for her assistance as videographer. She braved the bees and survived mostly unscathed -- a bee pooped on her ipad. The below is the original impromptu video I made with my phone that kind of gave me the idea, but it has a much better monkey chain formation.




   "In the end, only kindness matters," this birdhouse when I first met it back in January, before I relocated it to my yard.

   And read more about the fascinating rafting behavior of red fire ants!

   Here's someone else's video of an impressive ant bridge across water. Please ignore the terrible music.

   The book I'm reading is this fascinating anthology (ant-thology???) about insects.

   And finally, here I get eaten by army ants in Nigeria. [fade to image of skeleton being crawled over by ants]
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   So going back to Friday, October 26th, after I left the farm near Canungra I returned to my old apartment off Roma Street again. I'm sure there were all the usual antics. Usually its filled with Brazilians but I think this was the Saturday all the Colombians came over actually. They made "arepas" (sp? these very greasy round fried bread things), and we polished off a bottle of tequila before moving on to whiskey, and they attempted to teach me how to salsa. And they told filthy filthy lies, saying I actually had a sense of rhythm, hah!
   Unfortunately I couldn't stay there during the week though due to an ethical problem. The person on the lease is some Brazilian lady who doesn't live there. She collects about 67% more in rent than is actually due, and pays it to the apartment management. Now this seems kind of sheisty, and I'm pretty sure is illegal, but what's worse -- people have stayed on the couch there for extended periods of time before, and she expects them to pay her $100 a week for the privelege. But you see, SHE isn't inconvenienced by someone on the couch, the existing flatmates are. But they don't pay any less for having yet another flatmate.
   So I posted on gumtree (craigslist) under "looking for housing > short term" and got a few responses. Checked out two of them and ended up taking the second. As I'd find out later, she wasn't even particularly anxious to fill the room and wouldn't have contacted me except that I said I was a beekeeper -- and she had a hive of native bees (Trigona carbonaria) that needed some maintenance.
   As it turns out the room was a spacious (and completely furnished with practically anything you could desire, from silverware ("cutlery" as they call it here) to a rice cooker) studio apartment on the first floor of a "queenslander" style house. It had a large leafy backyard with chickens (chooks) wandering cluckingly about in it, and of course the hive of native bees. And an adorable Australian kelpie (dog) named Rupert.
   On my first visit to the property I split the bee colony into two (I had crammed the night before, googling up everything I could about Trigona c). And Kay, the homeowner, videoed it and put it on youtube immediately!



   See also, the cameo appearances by the dog Rupert.

   Kay is an English teacher, but looks forward to retiring next year. She was super nice and I often went with her on Rupert's evening dog walks.

   With housing sorted, it was time to rustle up another job!

   I rather hoped to stay in Brisbane, so I perused through the entire list of "office" and "other" jobs on gumtree and applied for everything that looked even remotely bearable..... and got two responses. Both of them were sales positions that sounded soul sucking.
   I also posted a work wanted posting, not really expecting anything to come of it, since there were so many work wanted postings, and I saucily wrote in it "please don't expect me to cold call people for sales or stand on the street harassing people -- I still have my self respect." Despite the terrible odds and sauce, I actually got a job offer from it to work in a store in the town of Alpha, deep in the middle of nowhere (link).

   By Tuesday or Wednesday it was clear that I wasn't finding anything worth doing in Brisbane, and it was getting rather depressing, so I contacted the two other beekeepers I'd identified in my previous period of job searching as having positions open. In this area I had much better luck -- with both of them responding to me with job offers.
   As I mentioned in the other post, one of them, according to a fellow currently working for him (whom, for his sake, I dearly hope was exaggerating), said the job was $700 per week for 16 hour days without weekends ... that works out to about $6.25 an hour! So I didn't take that job.
   So I agreed to come up to Bundaberg and meet with the farmer (Trevor) who wanted someone to manage his bees.

   In looking on gumtree to see if anyone was driving up in the direction of Bundaberg I discovered another interesting thing. Some tourism marketing organization was sending people on a 22 day trip to go visit every possible touristy thing they could cram in between here and Sydney. Now it wasn't free, it would cost about $1400 to go on the trip but they claimed the value of the things included in it actually far exceeded $4000, and it looked like it! And tallships showed up on the itinerary twice! I would have actually considered it except for the whole having a job now thing, and not presently having heaps of money to throw around (did I mention I _still_ haven't been paid by that !@#$% "gentleman" in Canungra? (I'm planning on calling him tomorrow). Sooo the only money I've been paid in Australia was for the two or three weeks at the first job, soooo I'm pretty well out now and living off my American bank accounts d:


   Rupert played a funny prank on me one day. I had a sort of veranda to my room, where I liked to sit and enjoy the wonderful weather that is always present in Brisbane. At one point I got up to go look at something in the garden, then popped into my room for a moment and went to sit down again.... and almost sat on an egg on my chair!!
   I was so confused! I'd only been gone a moment. Had my landlord dashed down like a ninja while my back was turned? She later confirmed that Rupert does like to bring people eggs, so he must have brought the egg and set it on my chair.
   BUT then the next day, while Rupert was gone, I went out for a bit, and when I came back and sat in my chair, there was another egg on it!!! Fortunately it didn't break. This was still felt slightly warm and there were chickens on my veranda, so I suspect the animals have teamed up to play pranks on me!



   On Friday morning I went with Kay's brother-in-law and a friend of his to go blaze some new trails in a local state forest park. SO I got to tromp through the forest all morning, that was pretty fun. They were just in the initial stages, scouting out good routes, so it involved a lot of hacking through really thick brush. Fun stuff (:


   Also, as it was by now the first week of November, I was making an attempt at "NanoWriMo." Now that I'm working 10 hours a day I'm only averaging 500-800 words a day, so 50,000 by the end of November isn't happening, but I think I'll keep on hacking away at it.

   Also November is of course "Movember," so I'm growing a shitty mustache!


   So that was a nice relaxing week, and then, of course, Monday I've already written about.

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