At the end of our long journey to Hawassa—long in terms of
time (10 hours), not distance (167 miles)—I was hungry. I was feeling liked I’d been a really good sport all day
through miscommunication; dusty roads; sunburn; changed plans … I wanted to
reward myself with pizza, something that we can actually find here fairly
easily and, while pretty tasteless, is a comfort food of sorts. Yep. Pizza. I
want pizza, I want pizza, I want pizza.
Sigh … or a dead fish on a plate in a tent on a plastic
table with nothing to drink … that’s almost pizza. Okay.
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This is the family who owned the restaurant.
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Made to order, but I think the only item on the menu.
Actually … there was no menu … fish just showed up on the table.
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You were a LOT more good-natured that day than I would have been in the same situation! I'm impressed with your flexibility and resilience.
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