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Preparations for a wedding reception in Asmara, under canvas suspended between two houses. The bare ground is covered with soft, aromatic palm branches and hay. The air was thick with firey-hot red zigney stew bubbling in three kettles. Tree sap incense wafted sandalwood and honeysuckle scent, and the deep dark aromas from the barrels in the center... filled with fermented home-brews called soowah (primarily teff and other grains), and tej (primarily honey). More than four decades have passed, and I can still smell Asmara, and smile. |
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My "Beetle" at a switchback 21 kilometers down the road between 8,000' Asmara, and the Red Sea port of Massawa, a few days after Ethiopia switched from left-side to right-side traffic. |
Email: ken @ kenschuster.com (remove spaces) |