Sunday morning I woke up at 9.10, because I have been tired the whole Saturday. That day, I started feeling not really well with coughing, a headache and I felt my stomach slightly.
For lunch we were invited again, this time from a Kenyan friend of Boniface. We went to her home and she had prepared Kenyan food for us. First, she gave us some ribs and legs from a goat and besides that tomato. I thought that would be the lunch, but after that, she set a lot of other different things like rice, a bean and corn salad, two different kind of meet and something that looked a little bit like a cake. It was prepared out of corn flower and water.

The next early morning, Boniface picked up the two Dutch friends from abba Iede at the airport. We drove together with Fenna to Awassa that day and Fenna and I were sitting in the back of the car next to all the luggage of all of us. We felt everything there behind, but on that part, the road was still ok and tarmac. We didn't have a seatbelt and we were sitting side wards. On the road, we bought some watermelons, one of them the cut open immediately, so we could eat it. That was quite funny, because the watermelon was really juicy and we had to spit the pits out of the window. At the end, there was watermelon everywhere, it was quite funny.

Next day was second round of the journey, were we drove from Awassa to Dhadim and now the road was even worse. So we were shacked more in the back than before. It was really tiring and I still felt a little sick. But I was happy to be in Dhadim again, although we ate dinner at Yabello, because the Dutch women and Fenna stayed there. In Awassa we saw monkeys and on the way from Yabello to Dhadim we saw some rabbits in the dark.

The next day, we went to Yabello again because Abba Anthony and Abba Boniface had some meeting which went the whole day on.
In the morning, I went with the Dutch women and Fenna walking through Yabello and because the others wanted to make some pictures and were searching for some things, I started playing with some kids. We went for coffee twice, on time it was the traditional way, the other time not. At the traditional one, we drank all together 3 cups of coffee and one cup of tea and we paid 7 birr. Even for my water, which I bought at another place, I had to pay 6 Birr.
In the afternoon, Fenna and I walked around 5km to drink some coke somewhere and then we went back with a baggage or how ever that ding is called. It has three wheels and you see it a lot in India. It was really funny. With us there was a small boy, a women and the driver in it, you could say it was cozy. We decided to pay for the small boy, so when he went out we paid and he was really happy, but when the women went out of it, she expected us to pay to for her. She put her clothes in order really slow and looked at us several times, but we didn't want to pay, so she was disappointed and maybe even angry, that was how she looked at me.
During the whole day, a lot of people were watching us and saying "you you" or "how are you" etc. There was even one who passed me and said "I'm fine" and another one who said "my name is". It is quite funny, because when I ask them something similar, they do not know the answer.
During these days, it is really hot outside and the sun is burning and I'm still feeling a little sick.

On Thursday, there was a big celebration in our compound because Abba Iede is 40 years in Africa. All the fathers came and some other visitors and the day started with praying in the church. After that we had lunch and at 4 they prepared the traditional Borana coffee ceremony with gifts and afterwards dinner, where we had prepared a goat. In total they slaughtered one goat and 4 chicken or something like that.
For the coffee ceremony, a women and some old men out of the village came. First, the whole coffee beans had to be cleaned and prepared, that means, the beans were whole with the skin. The skin was bitten away and then the beans were cleaned in the water. These were roasted in some oil. They have a special Borana pot were the women put some milk and then she added the roasted beans, to put them back in the cocking pot over the fire again. Some of the oil was separated in a glass. Some other men, doesn't matter who we is, went around with the oil and gave everyone a little bit on his hand. This is meant for licking or creaming on the own body or in the hair or someone else's. This had the meaning of blessing someone.
After that, the whole coffee beans with the milk and mostly with some sugar were put in the traditional pot again, and given to some old man, which blessed it. After that, the coffee was distributed and you drink the milk while chewing the coffee beans and spitting the rests out.

When I woke up in the morning again it was the 18the of January, which means my Birthday. I went into the living room and the sisters or Boniface had hanged up three pictures of me with the text of happy birthday. I also got some plastic flowers, some real flowers and a candle.
I went to the Kindergarten and played with the kids, later in the afternoon I made some pudding and soup. During that time, Boniface, Anthony and the sisters decorated the whole room with flowers and balloons. They prepared a lot of food and they gave me some gifts. My parents sent me a packet with some masks and sweets and balloons and things like that. I also got some letters from people in Switzerland and the Netherlands. I was really surprised and happy because I had no idea.
I laughed a lot because of that, my coughing went worse.

On Saturday morning, there was some extra mass because it was baptism. Later the day, we went to Yabello to see the timqete feast. It was amazing, because there were a lot of people in a march to the church dancing and singing and walking. The brought something back to the church, but I do not get the whole timeqete thing. There were some men in the front dancing and performing with some sticks and then three or four groups of religious people singing songs. At the end there were some people with beautiful umbrellas walking on a red carpet. I think that were some priest, which carried something special from the Orthodox Church. The carpet was actually containing out of four pieces. When the priests had past one piece, some men rolled it up, ran in front and rolled it out again. It looked quite funny, because they did that the whole way and we walk more than an hour. A lot of people were looking at me and the others and I almost always was holding a child on my hand. I didn't go into the church.
After that, we went to a small market. There we bought some sugar cane and sister any and I sheared a horse wagon, while Fenna and Anthony were sharing one to. It was funny although I was a little afraid that the wagon would break and I felt sorry for the horse.
That night around eleven o'clock, Sister Annie, Boniface and I drove a young man into the hospital, because he pretended to be out of conscious, although he was coughing. He was involved in a fight and got hit at his side. A few people were coming with us, but they didn't want to drive back with us, so they stayed at the hospital in Yabello, even after the doctor confirmed that the young man was fine.

The next morning was mass again and right after that, we went to Haro Bake to the big market. On our way, we saw some zebras and I made a few pictures, but I will make better ones another time. The market itself was big; they sold a lot of animals, but also clothes and food. We drank some tea somewhere and ate some meat at another place. Many people from near and far come every Sunday to the market to watch and chat and see everyone and also to eat and drink.
In the afternoon I played the most with the children.
Before mass in the morning I washed some t-shirts and Sister Annie helped me with it.

Because there are school holidays, there is no school and no kindergarten. But in the morning, I felt sick anyway. Around midday, we went with balloons walking into the village, which means, the two Dutch women, Fenna, Abba Boniface and Abba Anthony. I will never do that again because all the children were begging for more and more and they weren't satisfied with one. And besides that, they will ask me every time for some balloons and I have to tell them that I won't give them any again.
In the kindergarten they finally build the promised play materials for the kids. They will be really happy when the kindergarten starts again.
Later I went visiting Sister Annie in the clinic, we met a drunken man who wanted medicine for him or his father or something like that, and we didn't understand properly what he was talking about. We told him to go home.
Then we wanted to check on a girl, which little baby brother was left by his mother in the sun, so half is had was sunburned really really badly. They put some skin from a rabbit on it and it got infected, so they had to treat it well and now the wound has to stay cleaned.
The African cup of nations or something like that has started so we watched some football games in the evening.

After sleeping till 7.30 in the morning I got up and started doing my laundry. I still have to practice a lot, because my white t-shirts aren't white anymore.
After that we went to see a woman who makes injera. That is the national dish of Ethiopia. It is kind of a pancake or bread made out of teff. It was great to see how she makes it. There was a big round stone on the fire and she put the injera thing into a pot. Then she put that injera thing in circles on the stone and waited a few minutes to take it of the stone. Later we got to eat that with some sauce. Besides that, her daughter just brought some camel milk and I was allowed to taste it, it tastes sweet but I didn't like it that much. I guess, I'm not the type of drinking milk.
After lunch we went to Yabello and on our way we saw some zebras again. We followed them I bit into the bush and they let us come quite close, so I got some good snaps.
On our way back, I drove. It was funny to see the people, because they didn't expect me at all driving. I drove on a way with some wholes etc, it was not that difficult but different as at home.