Into Chad
As the plane took off from Heathrow I decided to neck a diazepam. This kept me completely calm for the flight, but sadly did not help me sleep. I had invested in one of those neck rests, but it didn’t help much. So spent my flight wide awake and looking at Matty and Steve, next to me, who were dozing like babies. I could see Brad the filmmaker watching movies, and Pete the stills photographer zonked out. A bit galling, though I did get to look out of the window. As we approached Addis Ababa just before dawn I saw the sky flush red above the clouds and we ducked down below a couple of cloud layers to land in Ethopia’s modern airport as the sun was rising. A long wait here, where we found a café and had overpriced cups of tea. The airport rather airporty. Women carrying things on their heads and when I went to the loo rather solid looking men washing their feet in the sinks let you know this was Africa. Ethiopians very fine featured and attractive, but this was a crossing point of many ...