Wass arrives so we jump into the bus with the Rapps. Wass takes us downtown to a shopping area in town. Apparently, this is where he takes everyone from AGCI because they all knew Wass and knew we were coming. It has to be some sort of familiarity and safety too. Anyway, they have security people that walk up and down the street to keep an eye out on our bus and to help keep street beggars away from the shops.
The shops were very small. Some deeper than others but not very big. They tend to cram all their items in so it takes a bit to actually see all the items they are offering. We had about 2 hours to shop. Amazing part of it was we did ALL our shopping in about the last 10 minutes before we had to leave. It's hard to explain. You walk into a shop and start looking. One thing is cute, another would be neat to have, etc.... The next thing you notice is you have only gone to one shop. Okay, you try to leave but the owners keep trying to show you more things. You finally leave, feeling a bit guilty that you may have been rude but go to the next shop which is just RIGHT next to the one you are leaving and you start all over again. After you leave that store you notice you have already lost 1/2 an hour. Now you start to get a bit more daring and start to make offers on items. Then you start buying little things here and there. Again, the next thing you notice is you have only hit 5 or 6 shops and you are not at the end of your block yet which consists of about 10 shops. Then you look across the street and see MANY more shops. Now you look at your watch and notice you only have 1/2 hour more of shopping. It's amazing how time just flew by. Now you accept the reality that you will NOT see the other shops across the street and concentrate on just this small strip of shops. After all the shopping is done and it's time to leave, you just have this empty feeling that you missed A LOT of other shops and this is just one small corner in Ethiopia that is trying to make a living. Amazing how many more other shops there are through-out Ethiopia trying to do the same thing.
Jacob gets his very own Cheese pizza!
After our lunch, we make the trip out to the government orphanage that Seble was first taken too. Wass attempted to turn the bus around after lunch. The street was very tiny. The one side of the street was blocked by a construction fence from the project going on next door so he really didn't have any room on that side of the street. He attempted to back into this small driveway that went under the 2nd story of the Italian restaurant but may have not of been tall enough for the bus to back all the way into it because Wass keep pulling forward and then backing up as he kept trying to turn the bus. His last attempt to back into the small driveway and get the bus turned around, he boo-booed. Just as he was getting ready to put on the brakes and pull forward, the back top passenger side of the bus hit a sign that was up against the corner of the building. He barely hit it but it must have bent it pretty good. He was actually lucky it wasn't the building itself. Nothing happened to the bus at all. The "funny" thing was, since we were talking about it earlier about crashes and insurance etc., the security guy from the building saw it and sort-of was making a scene about it-not too bad but still....Anyway, Wass spoke in Amharic and the guy came up to his window. Wass shook his hand and gave him some Birr. It almost was as if we were paying him off. That was all that was done about it and we left. We joked that they won't fix the sign. It'll be like that when we come back for our Embassy date. Sure enough, on our second trip, we drove by and the sign was still bent.
Now for all you future travelers, when you get to the Italian restaurant, as you enter the building, if you look to your left, you will see the small driveway and a bent sign pole at the corner of the building. That's Wass's master-piece. :-)
Some more scenery as we traveled through the town.
A normal looking gas station. Looks very similar to ones in the US. This was NOT the norm though.
Building Seble stayed in. Her room was the second & third brown set of windows. This building has now been vacant since they moved into their newly remodeled nicer building. Seble was one of the last babies in this building.
Back side of the building Seble stayed in.
Of course, just after Seble was passed on to her 2nd orphanage, Bethzatha, this one, Kibebe Tshay, was able to move into their nicer building on the same lot that they just finished remodeling.
This was the class room of the newly remodeled building they moved into after Seble left. Check out the new flat screen TV.
We were then able to go upstairs to see the babies room. Absolutely no pictures so they had to go off. They didn't want us taking any pictures of any of the kids.
As we drive away from Kibebe Orphanage, we pass by many small blue tin business shacks. Each one was some sort-of business and it lined both sides of the small street.
At the end of the street, a few blocks down from the orphanage, we turn left and go over a small bridge on our way up to the main road. Below the bridge is that creek which ran between all those houses in the earlier picture. This is a better picture, even though it's blurred but you can see brown edges along the water. That was garbage littered along the rocks.
As we continued through town on our way back to Hannah's Hope, this is some more scenes we captured.
You see shoe shinners quite often.
There were TONS of turn-abouts in the city and practically a lot of them had some sort of statue in the middle.
This particular turn-about is located directly infront of the Federal Police Station in Ethiopia. (It's outside the picture but off to the right.)
We had to make a family book for Seble. It's a book showing pictures of our family, place we live, Seble's referal picture etc... This book is suppose to go to her mother but since Seble was abandoned, we gave it to her Special Mothers. They oo'ed and ahh'ed over her referal picture and then looked over the rest of the book. It was a book they would see where Seble was going to go and who she was going to be with. We believe this is the time when it all broke loose. Between them looking at the book, what we saw at the other orphanage and then seeing Sara walk off into the bathroom crying, the flood gates opened. We all shed tears. Everyone that entered Seble's room joined in the "cry-fest" we were having.
This is one of the Special Mothers that cared for Seble with Sara. Her name was Mereket. She was very quiet. She seemed a bit older but sweet and loved on Seble just the same. She had tribal tatoo markings down her jaw to her chin. It's just interesting to think about each ones past history and how each person grew up in Ethiopia and eventually received a job caring for our babies at HH. It's amazing how God orchestrated it all.
This is one of the nurses that worked there and Sara holding Seble.
With everyone in the room, we all got together for a group photo.
Time just flew by because before we knew it, we were having to say good bye for the day. It was getting late and I'm sure, close to the time where the special mothers were getting ready for their shift change with the night time special mothers. We got back onto the bus and Wass drove us back to the hotel.
We ate dinner down in the hotel and then up to our room. We attempted to skype back home but we had some computer issues and could not connect with home. Had to wait for another day. Another family was showing up this evening so we tried to stay up so we could meet them but we were so wiped out that we ended up falling asleep.