Coffee and Mercado

We had a lot of Ethiopian coffee yesterday. First we went to Tomoca, which is a very popular roaster and café in the Churchill area of Addis. It is in the Italian style; a tiny space crowded with Ethiopians quickly downing shots of espresso. They also do a brisk business in bagged coffee to take home (which we participated in). Did you know that Ethiopia was occupied by Italy under Mussolini? This explains the italian influence in such things as ‘Ciao!’ which we hear all over, including from crowds of children when we depart the orphanage. One has to wonder also, if Ethiopia influenced Italy with coffee. Did Italians drink coffee prior to the occupation? Perhaps Ethiopia introduced it and Italy developed it into the espresso we enjoy today.

We were not satisfied with our experience at Tomoca…it was a little too much like being at Bar Italia, my favorite espresso bar in London. We wanted something a little more authentically Ethiopian, so we asked our driver for a suggestion. He took us a little deeper into the downtown area, and told us to be careful as he dropped us in front of a tiny storefront. ‘You go inside!’ he gestured. So we did. It was so tiny, Charles and I barely fit, but the group of coffee patrons inside seemed welcoming enough, and a woman wiped off one of the tiny tables and offered us a seat. The traditional clay coffeepot was on a tiny coal fire, and the patrons waited patiently. There were ridiculous plastic pitchers of (probably) tap water on every table, which really detracted from the otherwise earthy, Ethiopian look of the place.

cafe in Addis

traditional Ethiopian coffee pot (not the one that was just on the coals!)

When they pour the coffee, which is as thick as syrup, the grounds stay in the base due to the design of the pot. On each table were little cups of small green leaves, and I wondered aloud what they were. Two of the gentlemen there spoke a little English, and they were excited to explain that the herb was to be dropped into the cup of coffee. The Amharic name is “Ten Adaam,” one of them wrote it down for us. I must find out what herb this is…it transformed the flavor of the coffee in an inexplicable way. Maybe it’s a drug?

mysterious herb

Here is a shot of Charles in the café so you can really get a sense of how small it was.

cafe

After loading up on a lot of caffeine (yes, I’m back on the juice!), we asked Dawit, our taxi driver, to drive us through the Mercado. We didn’t really want to shop there or get out, we just wanted to see it. So like a bunch of cowards, we stayed in the car and shot photos through the window. Apparently if you open the windows you are at great risk of having your camera or anything else on your person swiped. Dawit wasn’t crazy about even going to the Mercado, but he agreed to it. He noted that it was very empty yesterday, and that normally it was nearly impossible to move a vehicle around the 4-kilometer area. Particularly on Sundays. It was fun to see the donkeys, the big bags of dried peppers being loaded on trucks, the structural steel for sale in the industrial area. Dawit told us that 90% of the merchants are Muslim, and he and his friends don’t ever shop there.

street markets

several shops were selling structural steel like this

loading bags of dried hot peppers

in many places hot peppers like these are out on the street on tarps, either being dried, or for sale

baby on board...looking like a cocoon! Also the bananas here have way more flavor than at home.

little girl getting her hair fixed on the sidewalk

Muslim couple

We stopped back at Layla afterward to visit the kids, and to measure the boys so we can understand what size clothing and shoes they wear. They LOVED being measured, and enjoyed playing with the little retractable tape measure we brought. From a couple of the older boys we learned how to ask “How did you sleep last night?” “Andit Tah Anyak?” and “Come here” “Naha zee” (this might be helpful for Melkam!). Zenew gave us some letters to mail to his mother back in Michigan and enjoyed being the star of some of the video footage Charles was shooting.

Before we left, we took the brothers to say hello to their baby sister Tarike. She was being changed when I went in to fetch her, and I watched the nanny liberally apply zinc diaper rash ointment from her belly to her knees. Wow, she should be good for a while! I think we have settled on Tarike’s new name: Eliana, which means “God answers.” We told the boys through our 9-year old translator, and they began repeating her name over and over throughout the courtyard. We came to Ethiopia with this name in mind for her, but felt we wanted to get to know her first before making the decision. It really seems to suit her; we will likely call her Ellie.

The boys will keep their names, but interestingly, while Alex insists his name is Alex and that’s what’s on his paperwork, everyone there calls him Elias (pronounced Eh-li-ahs). We’re not sure we understand this…must ask the social workers what the story is.

Today we have an appearance with the judge!

Here are a few more scenes from around the city yesterday:

See where your petrol comes from when you don't have an embargo with Libya?

schoolchildren walking home in the afternoon

I was enchanted with the numbers painted on the stalls like this:


6 responses to “Coffee and Mercado

  • Melissa

    Good luck with the judge!!

    What sizes did the boys turn out to be? How about Tarike?

    Love you guys!

    • kkmanning

      Hi Melissa! It went great with the judge…posting about it now. I don’t have all the measurements with me, but the shirts you sent were great. Roomy for all of them. They packed them back into the bags after trying them on the first day and have them in safekeeping. Anything that comes out becomes community property, so they aren’t even playing with little cars or other things! I did see the Sandpoint onesy on another baby (a boy, of course!) the first day we were here. That happens. I’ll post the measurements tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving!

  • Morgan Hanna

    Hey there! The best part of the Mercado is the part where they recycle stuff. seriously. See if a driver will take you into the back part. They transform metal into other metal. They pound and tear and use blow torches. Way cool. Also, the spice and green coffee part is amazing. Just amazing.

    The herb is Rue. I have it in my garden back home. I saw it and exclaimed, RUE!!! they also add butter to the coffee. OH MY GOODNESS. So good. Third cup is transformative.

    • kkmanning

      Thanks Morgan! I knew someone would know what that was. Do you suggest a driver for the Mercado? Ermias and Dawit are not interested! I think I have the numbers of two other drivers from you in my notes…either of them?

      • Morgan Hanna

        Yes, Befakadu. He lives maybe a block or two from Layla. He is incredible at the Mercado and took me to all these back door places that were truly the highlights of my sightseeing part of the trip. We handwrote his number onto the list of drivers at the Ritmo. He also hangs out daily at the pool hall that is right by Layla. To get there from Kings, keep walking down the street, don’t turn left onto the Layla street. You will cross that polluted waterway. Then there will be the fruit stand, and then a butcher, and then the pool hall. Ask for Befakadu. He wears a ball cap. Maybe in his 30’s or early 40’s. He is incredible in the Mercado and seems not to mind it. Great cab also. Please give him love from Morgan and her mom Jackie. Tell him we think and talk about him often and appreciate all the time and help he gave us.
        Kimberly, your blog is amazing. Thanks for it.

  • Charity

    I am loving reading all your posts from Ethiopia! I feel like I am back there again as I read, you write so beautifully! One of your boys is in the same class as Yohannes, right? Oh my, we miss Yohannes SO much!

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