
I had spent five and a half months in India and my wife had joined me for the last couple of months. We had been down in the south near Kerala, but flew to Delhi to pick up our visas for Ethiopia where we planned to work for many years.
We stayed in old Delhi and caught a taxi to go to the Ethiopian Embassy in new Delhi to get our visas for Ethiopia. Our taxi was passed by another taxi and our driver saw that as a cause for a race. On the road ahead we could see two ‘coolies’ carrying a telephone pole on some sort of towels on their heads. The other taxi went in front of them; instead of slowing down, to let them pass, our driver went between the two men under the pole! It taught me about what are sometimes called ‘telegram prayers’.

We got our visas stamped into our passports.
In the middle of the night a day or two later we very carefully prepared our stuff to travel to Ethiopia. Knowing that the weather in Ethiopia, arriving at about 8,000 feet above sea level, can be very cold (and also because of the weight) we wore our winter jackets, packed two very small cases for the two boys, each weighing maybe 2 kg, our own hand luggage to the allowed limit and our bags were within the weight limits. I can’t remember exactly but I think the boys didn’t get a normal allowance. At the counter, as we booked into the flight, we were ordered to take off our 4 jackets, both adults and children; put all our hand luggage on the scales, and of course then we were well overweight for the luggage travel allowance. We were charged US$70 (worth about US$520 today), given our coats back to wear and our hand luggage to carry and put on the plane! I was a bit ‘cheesed off’, but there was a sense in which we got our money’s worth. The plane had few passengers and we had enough seats for both parents to have 2 empty seats for the then small boys to lie down and sleep.
We arrived in Karachi and dozens of Chinese, on their way to Tanzania, began filing onto the plane. The hostess indicated for us to allow the boys to keep sleeping. The Chinese kept filing in, and the hostess kept signalling us to let the boys sleep. In the end the plane was full but with the boys occupying 2 seats each; and they slept almost all the way.

Leaving Karachi, we travelled at about the same speed as the rising sun moving from East to West, so that we had a beautiful view of the sun arising on the Arabian Peninsula Coastline for several hours, before turning south-west towards Addis Ababa. It was great to look down on the thousands of Australian gum trees which grow in abundance in Ethiopia.

My cholera injection, given the time I had spent in India, was one day out of the six month expiry date. So while my wife and the boys passed through, and went to where we were to stay at the mission headquarters. I was taken to quarantine. Fortunately I was able to discuss reasonably with a doctor there, who gave me a shot and I travelled to our place. Entering the room, my distressed wife threw her arms around me and stopped crying sad tears for joyous ones. The kids looked up from their lego, but did seem pleased to see me.
Dominic Cartier
India to Ethiopia sounds like big jump! Did you like Ethiopia a lot? It must have been stressful the cholera injection. And I suppose traveling with children in general is not easy either.
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Over the next 50 years we spent 25 years there. Our time broken for health, revolution and visa refusal reasons but we really found it a mixture of challenge and enjoyment. Some of my previous blogs talk more about our experiences there. Thanks for commenting.
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Oh memories. My cholera injection was a few days out-of-date when I arrived (by land in 1977) in northern Sudan. They gave me the jab at the border. I wondered how often that needle had already been used?
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Oh the troubles you dragged your poor tearful wife through!
I didn’t get a cholera shot when I went. Why would that have been?
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cholera is said to be a conquered disease. Which I doubt.
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I didn’t cry all the time. It was all so new. And scary as they said he would be in quarantine for six weeks. Fortunately it was not even a day. And he hasn’t mentioned that there had been fighting up north and one of the missionary’s cars was in the compound all smashed up having been stoned.
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