Il Chamus Country   Leave a comment

June 4-5. The next morning, we drove another hour to the Baringo area. This part of the rift valley is much drier than the country we had come through in the south. The green fields slowly gave way to acacia trees standing over a thin grass, and the grass slowly gave way to dirt. The photo below gives a nice view of the Il Chamus plain:
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You can just barely make out the mountains on other side of the rift valley. Merging with the mist, is Lake Marigat. The plain near the lake is wet enough to sustain a thin grass in the dry season. For at least two hundred years, a sub-group of the Masai, the Il Chamus Masai, have grazed their cattle here. In the wet season, they would move up the slopes, away from the heat and the mosquitos. Before the British arrived, they also had an irrigation system, permitting them to grow crops. They strongly preferred herding to farming, so they only planted crops if a drought had decimated their herds.

Unfortunately, today the Il Chamus are the victims of human environmental meddling. In the 1980s, the Kenyan government planted Prosopis, commonly known in as mesquite. Their aim was to provide firewood, reforest, and control erosion. It is thorny, tough, and prolific. It has entirely taken over many grazing areas. It takes up the moisture and nitrogen, killing what little grass there is. Nothing eats it—even the goats can’t eat it.

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As a result of the prosopis infestation, cattle herding is almost gone for a people whose identity was wrapped up in cattle. They do raise some sheep and goats, but the farming is awfully thin.

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The Il Chamus strongly value education, and they work hard to scrape together the resources to send their children to college. Some of them have gotten jobs in the government or elsewhere in the city. They send a portion of their income back to their families, and that keeps some of the folks who live here alive. Some have been able to buy land higher on the hillside, and they farm there too.

The British expanded the earlier irrigation system, and now a sizable part of the area near the lake is farmable. Still, they have struggled. We saw fields of corn, beans, and tomatoes. However, cash crops have not been very successful. The road to the market is still too rough to transport fragile vegetables like tomatoes, though they’ve had some success with watermelon. The current cash crop is seed corn.


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We toured the area with a research associate who owns a couple of plots of land, both here in the irrigation area and higher up. She showed us a small shop that she’s having constructed. It was in a group of buildings almost too sparse to call a village. It had a couple of churches and several small shops. One sold CDs, though I wondered who had the equipment to play them.

She also took us to the shore of lake Marigat. This is reportedly a high tourist area, with weekend visitors from Nairobi and Nakuru. We visited on a Sunday morning, and the place looked pretty deserted to me.  Apparently somebody sells Coca-Cola, sometime.

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We pulled into one of the hotel compounds, where we could get a good look at the lake. There are hippos in this lake, but they weren’t in evidence at this time of day. An ostrich grazed on the beach. We also saw a crocodile (a small one, say 6 feet or so) cruising along.

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Our research associate drove a large, four-wheel drive Toyota Land Cruiser, much newer than the one we’d used in Ethiopia. The four-wheel drive was often necessary, since the roads were often little more than tracks, and there were patches of deep sand and mud (near the irrigation system). She played (at reasonable volume) some very American rap music. She never commented on it, so we weren’t sure whether she was doing it for our benefit, or because she liked it. In any case, it was surreal to be bouncing along in a big SUV, with the rap music thumping, through this moonscape of poor farms.

We also visited a camp of “internally displaced persons.” This camp was established by one of the Il Chamus chiefs for the benefit of Il Chamus who have been pushed off their farms. Ethnic conflict and land disputes across the lake have gotten violent, and many have fled.

We spoke to a group of elders. They are hoping to go to court to adjudicate the land dispute. Apparently, they have a good historical claim to the area. But the land has always been communal, so there are no property deeds. And the politics are complicated, so they have little hope that there would be redress, even if the court decided in their favor.

 
The sad story of this area is summed up in the picture below.

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When times were good, the Masai, including the Il Chamus, lived primarily by drinking the milk of their cattle. Fresh milk remains their symbol of the idyllic life. In the picture above you see the dairy—milk is now brought by truck. On the hillside behind, you can see how the prosopis has taken over.

 
Many of you have asked about the research project that brought me here. We’re studying wellbeing, and how/why the wellbeing of people in impoverished areas rises and falls. Clearly wealth is a part of the picture, but it is well known that wealth alone is neither necessary nor sufficient. So what else is? Don’t ask me yet, since this study is at its very beginning. We were here organizing the project (or rather, my colleague from anthropology was organizing; I was taking pictures and working on theory). Perhaps in a couple of years we’ll have something interesting. Or not…that’s science for you.

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Posted June 10, 2017 by markrisjord in Africa, Mark, Uncategorized

Kenya: Return to the Rift Valley   Leave a comment

June 2-3, 2017 .I am traveling in East Africa because a colleague and I are working on a comparative project. The first part was in the highlands of Ethiopia, and the second is in the lowlands of Kenya. We’ve moved from an altitude of more than 8000 feet to one that is about 600 feet above sea level. We’re still in the rift valley, but we’ve moved south. It is much more distinctly a valley—and a rift—than in Ethiopia.

The big picture of this leg of the trip is that we landed in Nairobi and drove to Nakuru, to the northwest (its on the map).  Nakuru is in the rift valley.  We then proceeded north to the Baringo province, up the rift valley to the north of Nakuru.  If you click on the map below, you can zoom into these areas.

Physical Map of RIFT VALLEY
Physical Map of RIFT VALLEY

But let me begin at the beginning.  During our last three days in Ethiopia, the government had shut down the internet.  Ethiopia’s politics are very complicated.  It is officially a federation of states, and each state is dominated by an ethnic group.  One of these has been agitating recently, and last year they disrupted a national exam by releasing the answers on social media.  So, this year the government shut down the internet entirely.  You can imagine the chaos that caused with businesses.

When we arrived at the Addis Ababa airport, we found that our Ethiopian Airways flight to Nairobi had been cancelled entirely.  We were to fly in the morning, and the next flight was in the late afternoon.  I was emotionally girding myself for a long day in the terminal, but my colleague was proactive.  He began working on the folks managing the desk. There was a Kenya Airlines flight leaving within the hour, but because of the lack of internet, Kenya air couldn’t communicate with its home base to give us a ticket.  Ultimately, the Ethiopian Airlines folks hand wrote (old school!) a ticket transfer, and we got ourselves put on the Kenya Airlines flight.  We barely made it before the airplane doors closed.  I was glad that I was travelling light enough to have all carry-on bags.

After spending the night in Nairobi, we got on the road.  Nairobi is a very modern city, at least in some ways.  There are sparkling skyscrapers in the downtown area, and a modern, four-lane highway that goes around the city.  Other parts are rougher: merchants with their vegetables spread on a dirty piece of plastic in the dirt, rows of tiny shops, crowded streets.  Every bit of open space in the densely packed neighborhoods is used for raising crops or grazing livestock.  The highway goes through the slums—reportedly the largest slum area in Africa.  Like the slums of Mumbai, these are shacks made of sheet metal.  They are densely packed, separated by dirt paths.  Unlike Mumbai, there were few TV antennas; I guessed that the Nairobi slum was the poorer.

Outside of the city, the road rose steadily toward the lip of the rift valley.  At the edge, the land dropped dramaticallyP1020081 (3)

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We wound our way toward the floor of the valley.  In this area, they get good rains in the summer.  It was the heart of the British colonial agricultural area.  Before the British, the Masi would graze their cattle herds here, comingling with farmers (not always peacefully).  Human expansion has reduced the wildlife.  My colleague, who has been working in this part of Kenya for 30 years, said that one used to see giraffes and rhinos along this stretch.  We did see several herds of zebra, and I spotted a couple of tortoises.

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Today, the area looks like it is prospering.  The houses are stone, mostly painted, and well made.  I don’t think that very many have plumbing, but they do seem to have electricity.

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The bottom of the rift valley is dotted with large lakes.  In prehistoric times, these lakes were much larger.  Many of the early hominid finds are from the edges of these prehistoric lakes.  Some of the remaining lakes, like this, are made alkaline by the underlying rock.  The don’t support fish, but the flamingos feed on the blue-green algae.  If you zoom in on the photos below, you can see areas that look like white beaches—they are huge flocks of flamingos.

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The road on which we were travelling is a major highway from the ports on the coast to inland Africa – Uganda and the Congo.  There were lots of big, overloaded trucks on a narrow two-lane road.  Other than that, however, the highway wasn’t too crowded.   The major hazards were troops of baboons, herds of goats, and the occasional donkey on the shoulder.  Oh, and the speed controls were rather nasty:

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They used both standard speed bumps and these tire-killers to slow the traffic down.  They were largely unmarked, making night driving treacherous.  The tire-killers were offset, so one had to wind between them.  As you can see, some of the trucks apparently missed…

In Nakuru, we met with some of our research associates.  We spent the night in a very noisy hotel.  There was some kind of Christian Youth Group party on the floor above us.  It started with a live band, then moved to speeches and guitar singalongs.  Fortunately, it was over by about 10:30.  In the meantime, I was thankful for my noise-cancelling headphones.

Posted June 9, 2017 by markrisjord in Africa, Uncategorized

Farms, lakes, and a Monastery   2 comments

May 29, 2017.  On our last day in the Dessie area, we began by visiting an area served by an irrigation system.  Not only were the farms here more stable, the area was undergoing a housing boom.  It was close enough to Dessie that it could start to serve as a kind of a suburb.  Many of the houses were served by electricity, though none had plumbing of any kind.

Turning off the main road and into a cluster of houses, we got to see the construction techniques up close.  In the picture below, you can see that the walls of the house are composed of split beams.  The wood is Eucalyptus, which is grown locally.  It grows quickly, even in areas with little water.  It forms long poles, and after cutting it re-grows from the root.  One sees it on every hillside too steep to cultivate.  Along the road, and in the towns, there are great piles of poles and split rails ready for transport.

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The wooden walls are covered with a mixture of mud and straw.  Then a wire mesh is attached, and mortar is applied to the outside.  This is much better than the mud alone in the rains, for obvious reasons.  Later, the mortar is painted.  It all seems to happen slowly, as people save enough to purchase the supplies.

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While walking around among the farms, we struck up a conversation with some of the people.  They invited us to see inside their houses.  I took these pictures of the kitchen.

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The kitchen was a separate hut with a thatched roof, mud walls, and a dirt floor.  I noticed that they had two cooking fires.  In the first picture, above, the pot is over a small fire. In the second picture, you can see the hearth up against the wall.  This had a griddle for cooking injera.  There was no chimney for the smoke, but the mud that covered the walls stopped about a foot below the roof, leaving an open grate of wooden slats for ventilation.  A calf was curled up in one corner.

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Working our way along the valley floor, we drove to the edge of the river bed.  We got out and looked around, checking out the irrigation system and the crops.  It seemed to be a busy place, with people washing their clothes in the river, or just passing through.

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On the way back to town, we passed several groups who were threshing.  In the first picture, they seem to be threshing wheat or barley; in the second, they are threshing a locally used legume, something like a small lentil.

 

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In the picture below, taken from the valley floor, you can see the road back up to Dessie on the right hand side.  All of the housing is urban sprawl, African style.

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After lunch, we continued on the main road north, out of Dessie.  Here, we were looking for the Coptic monastery on Lake Hayq (also spelled Haik).

 

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In the 1970s, the water receded (nobody really knows why) and the monastery is now on a peninsula. We walked through the main gate of the monastery and along the low-lying peninsula.  On both sides, the monks had planted fruit trees (orange and mango), as well as coffee trees.  They grow all of their own food, and they seem to sell the excess to the locals.

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The first church was built on this site in 862AD on—what was then—an island in the lake.  The monastery was established in the thirteenth century.  The monastery was an important site in medieval Ethiopia.  They collected books and were a site of learning, and many of the early Ethiopian church fathers came from here.  The monastery was destroyed in 1531 by Ahmed Gragn, who was conquering the area and converting the occupants to Islam.

We weren’t allowed in the church, but there is a little museum.  It houses a number of relics from the 13th Century monastery, including a some quite beautiful illuminated manuscripts.  These were interesting because they are written in Geez, a precursor to modern Amharic and Oromo (the common languages of this area.)  It is no longer spoken, but Copic services are given in Geez.

Behind the museum, some of the monks and a number of their students were threshing corn.

 

 

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A view from the farmyard

 

There are several dozen monks and about one hundred students.  The students were threshing the corn in a kind of farmyard.  On the steps of a nearby building, I saw these baskets in process.  Presumably they were made for their own use (we didn’t see any for sale).

Back at the entrance, we saw the companion nunnery.  No men were allowed here; and no women were allowed into the grounds of the monastery.

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As we watched, a ferry boat left for the far side of the lake.

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We returned to Dessie for the night, catching this final view of the valley below.

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Posted June 4, 2017 by markrisjord in Africa, Uncategorized

People of the Mountain Tops   Leave a comment

May 29, 2017.   Today we headed further north to visit one of our field sites.  It was market day in Dessie, so we first had to slowly work the car through crowds of people coming to town.  They were carrying chickens by the feet, herding goats, goading donkeys laden with bags of grain.  The sellers sprawled onto the street, their goods spread out on the dirt before them.

When we were free from the city, we worked our way into the mountains.  Here the landscape was high meadows surrounded by rough peaks.

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These pictures make Ethiopia look as green as Ireland, and it is…now.  This area is in a rain shadow formed by the mountains further to the east.  There are two seasonal rains, a short one in February, then a longer rain in June.  Right now, the June rains are just about to begin, and they had a good February rain.  The green you see in these pictures reflects crops planted early in the spring.  Some are already being harvested. The tilled soil is being prepared for the summer rains. Overall, however, the area does not receive a lot of rainfall, and the February rains fail often.  These farmers plant almost entirely for their own subsistence.  In a good year, they sell or barter their excess.  There are no “cash crops” in this area.

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We drove four about 45 minutes on the tarmac road.  We then turned off onto a dirt track, went through a small hamlet, and across the ridgetops. We stopped at a school, which was in the center of a handful of farms.  The children were outside for recess, and our arrival was, of course, an enormous  event.

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We wandered around a bit, and found a couple of men working a field with a pair of oxen. They were planting a grain that they would use for animal fodder.

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They used to graze their herds in communal areas, but these have slowly been encroached upon my cultivation. Also, the government has begun to protect the watersheds, and has restricted grazing in designated watersheds.  This means smaller herds, and necessitates more fields dedicated to fodder.

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In the picture above, the man in front is spreading the seeds by hand.  The ploughman follows him, and turns the seed into the soil.  The plough is made of wood, but it is tipped with iron.  The ploughman worked barefoot, his shoes set beside the field.  We asked why, and he said “you don’t walk on your bread.”  We pointed out that he wasn’t planning teff (the grain used for jnjera, the Ethiopian bread), but fodder. He said it was the same principle: this was the cow’s bread.

We then worked our way along the very rocky track toward the tarmac road.

 

Back at the main road, we stopped while our colleague conduced an interview with a local shopkeeper.  You could tell how poor the area was by the shop.  The luxury goods were bottled water and bottled juice, which he probably kept for the buses that travelled the main road.  Otherwise the shop had only a few small necessities, such as salt or soap.  The children were coming home from school (a different school than pictured earlier), and we were again a main attraction.

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On the way back to Dessie, we suddenly heard a loud “bang.”  One of the rear tires had blown out.  A large chunk of rubber was missing, probably from the rocky track.  In this country, one doesn’t travel without a spare – or even two, if one is going deep into the bush.

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While we were waiting, this donkey train came by.

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Once the driver had changed the tire, we were on our way back to Dessie.

Posted June 3, 2017 by markrisjord in Africa, Uncategorized

From Addis Ababa to Dessie Part 2 of 2   2 comments

May 28, 2017.  The Great Rift valley runs through the highlands of Ethiopia.   It is formed by the tectonic plates pulling apart.   (If you look again at the map on the last blog, you can see this lowland area cutting across the country.)  It starts down in central East Africa, where the basins form the great freshwater lakes of Kenya and Uganda. To the north, the rift in the tectonic plates runs to Israel.

We climbed out of Addis Ababa and wound our way to the lip of the rift valley.  The road took us to the edge of the valley, down into it, then back up the escarpment at Dessie.

At one point, a gap in the mountains gave us a spectacular view.  We pulled off for some pictures.

There were not only Ethiopian travelers who stopped for the view, a carload of Chinese businessmen were there too. The Chinese have invested heavily in Africa.  They have built many roads, railways, and factories.  By building infrastructure, they are increasing the capacity of Ethiopia and Kenya to export to China.  If I may be political for a moment, Trump is right that China is beating the US, it is just beating us in entirely different ways than he says.

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At the lip of the Rift Valley, we entered a series of tunnels that took us through the roughest part.  These were made by the Italians during their occupation (dates).  For many years, these tunnels were decorated with Mussolini’s name.  the road also crossed many bridges made during this period, like the one below.

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After we came through the tunnels, we wound down a very steep escarpment into the valley.  The slopes were forested, and we passed a troop of baboons.

While we were at the edge of the Rift Valley, we still had mountains on both sides of us.  we were following a river that flowed from the highlands.  The valley in which we found our selves had a very flat, wide floor.  At points, it must have been 5 miles wide or more.  A river wound lazily through it, leaving a wide, rock strewn path and a trickle of water.  In the wet season, it runs full, and often floods the plain.   We often could see pools of water in the grass, so the land seemed rather marshy this time of year.  It makes excellent grazing for cattle and other livestock, and the farmers here traditionally  use this as a common grazing land.

The good grazing also attracts nomadic herders.  In the dry season, they live in the lower valleys.  But in the wet season, the come to the higher altitudes to graze their herds of cattle on the good grass of this valley.  In the second picture, below, you can see their temporary settlement set up in the middle of the valley, away from the permanent farmers who live along the edge.

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At long last, we began the final climb up to Dessie. This town sits high above the valley, nestled among some steep and dramatic peaks.  The road was a little hairy – hairpin turns with little or nothing to serve as a barrier to the abyss below.

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A rare guard rail!

 

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No guard rail here, and you can see the lower stretch of the road below.

While it seemed that we were in a very remote area of Ethiopia, Dessie is a booming metropolis of 250,000 people.  Multi-story buildings are sprouting up, though most of the homes are packed into dense collections of ramshackle shacks.

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We had dinner overlooking a main traffic circle.  Not a quiet spot, but interesting.  Two wedding parties came by.  One was followed by several of the little blue vans that serve as small busses (you can see some in the photo).  All were honking their horns, and the lead car was decorated with white ribbons.  It was a very familiar ceremony; we used to do the same thing when I lived in Madison Wisconsin.  Later, another, richer party came through.  The guests were not in minivans.

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The town seems to be a major market center, as well as a transportation hub.  It began to grow in the 19th century when Emperor Yohannes IV made it his base of operations as he reconverted this area to Christianity.  The Italians liked the location and made it an administrative center as well.

The two pictures above were taken from the roof of our hotel.  Past the cliffs on the right side, the land drops steeply to the valley.

 

Posted June 2, 2017 by markrisjord in Uncategorized

The Road from Addis Ababa to Dessie, Part 1 of 2   2 comments

May 28, 2017.  We left Addis Ababa on the road north to Dessie around 8.  We were looking at an eight to nine-hour drive through the Ethiopian highlands.   Our vehicle was an aging Toyota Landcruser.  It had a shimmy that made the hood shake when it reached 30 mph.  The shaking would stop around 35mph, but when we got up to 60 – which was rare – the sagging shocks and uneven road made the car pitch in an unnerving way.

My companions we both academics: an anthropologist from Emory and an expert in agricultural development from Addis Ababa university.  We were traveling on a grant funded project to study wellbeing in East Africa.  We’re visiting a site near Dessie (also spelled Desi), and next week we’ll travel to Kenya.  The area around Dessie is very poor, and it is quite vulnerable to drought and then severe food shortages.

The road to Dessie was a winding two-lane.    Ethiopia has one of the highest density populations in Africa, but 80% of the people are rural.  For us, this mean that even once we were out of Addis, the road was never clear of people and livestock.  There were also big, overloaded trucks, horse-drawn carts, and three-wheeled cars called “Bajaj” here (known in India as autorickshaws or tuc-tucs).

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Farms were everywhere, and every few kilometers we would pass a village.  The farmers raise cattle, sheep, goats, donkeys, mules, and horses.  Most surprising to me were the camels.  They are common beasts of burden, and we saw many camel trains like the one below

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Addis Ababa is at the edge of the highlands, and it sits in a high valley (7,500 feet) surrounded by higher mountains.  As we drove north, the land slowly rose toward the lip of the Great Rift Valley.   This map might give you a sense of the country.  You can click on it to magnify, and if you look closely, you can see the road running from Addis Ababa to Dessie.

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Satellite 3D Map of Ethiopia, physical outside, satellite sea

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From a distance, and at this time of year, the farming in the Ethiopian highlands looks good.  The pastures are green, and the turned earth is dark.  We are at the beginning of the summer rainy season.  The picture below is of a traditional farm.  The houses are made by a wattle-and-daub technique.  Polls are raised for the walls, and these are covered with a mixture of mud and straw.  The roof is thatch.

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This is one of the few farms with fully traditional buildings we saw. Thatch roofs have been largely replaced by metal, even in very poor areas.  This farm is more typical.  The thatch roofed huts are probably the kitchen or for farm animals.  Apparently, the smoke from the kitchen (they all cook on wood or charcoal fires) will rust the roof, so they have a separate kitchen.

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While the metal is much hotter, it has some advantages.  Metal is more waterproof in the rainy season, and it does not collect bugs and other vermin the way thatch does.  Also, the thatch was collected from wild sources.  Because of increasing land use, the thatch is not as readily available.  We did see this woman carrying thatch:

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The dominant religions here are Islam and Coptic Christianity.  Christianity was established in Egypt by St. Mark, and spread to Ethiopia.   Lore has it that the Arc of the Covenant was brought to Ethiopia by  Emperor Menelik I, son of Solomon and the Queen of Sheeba.  In any case, it was established by the fourth century AD.  The Copts split from what became the Roman tradition after the Council of Council of Chalcedon in 451AD.  The dispute is very philosophical, and it involved the difficulty of reconciling the human and divine nature of Christ.  While the Eastern church affirmed that Christ has one nature, both divine and human, the Copts held that there were two distinct natures combined in one person.  Later, Islam spread here too, via Somalia, to the south.  The Coptic churches are either round or octagonal.

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We often saw small shrines on the roadside, and the occasional priest, like the one below, apparently giving out blessings to travelers.  And we need them: we saw a half dozen over-turned or otherwise crashed vehicles along the roadside, all recent…

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Posted June 1, 2017 by markrisjord in Africa, Uncategorized

A Small Buddhist Shrine   2 comments

Well, I’m back in the south of India, teaching philosophy of science to Tibetan monks. This is the sixth year I’ve done it, and while some aspects have become strangely familiar, there is always something charming, puzzling, or mysterious about the trip.

This year, I made the acquaintance of an older monk, Karma. He is a delightful fellow who has done videography for most of his monkly career. On our day off from teaching, he offered to take us to a nearby shrine, one I hadn’t seen.

It was already getting rather hot when we walked out of the monastery around 10 AM. The shrine was on a small conical hill, not far off of the road to town. I had noticed the copious prayer flags on this hill before, but I hadn’t asked why.

We left the road and followed a path across the fields. I remarked to a companion that it felt like Wisconsin in August. The sun was beating down and made the fields smell of earth and dry grass. I then noticed a VERY large black scorpion, at least 5 inches long, that had been killed by somebody or something. That made me a little more cautious about where I put my feet.

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Prayer flags

When we got to the top, I could see that there were several very tall polls, probably 20 feet high or more. They had ropes going down in all directions, and these were covered with prayer flags.

The shrine itself was very modest. A large concrete slap was covered with a metal roof. In its shelter, four monks from the monastery were chanting prayers in front of a very small shrine. This contained the image of the Dalai Lama and some other auspicious persons. Karma told us that the monks would come when they needed good luck on their exams. The local Tibetan folks would also sponsor pujas when they needed an auspicious start to a project, like building a house.

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Prayers at the shrine

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The shrine

One of the curious features of the site was something that looked like a wall. It is on the left in the photo below.

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The wall of tablets

This was either covered with, or mostly composed of, fragments of writing and photographs. Many of the writing fragments had been written into stone (clay? cement?) tablets. Tibetan Buddhists treat any writing, and especially writing that mentions the Dalai Lama or Buddhist scripture with great reverence. It must be ceremonially burned. I couldn’t tell whether these were brought as offerings, or whether they were here for respectful disposal. Perhaps both.

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Sacred writing

Even more curious were small conical lumps of mud. Karma said that they were made here as offerings. The Tibetans mix mud, ashes, and “precious things” together, then leave them here to deteriorate. Some (all?) of them seem to contain funerary ashes too.

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Offerings of mud, ashes, and “precious things”

At one end, there was an enormous urn. It had obviously been burning paper, but the smoke was fragrant. It must have been mixed with some kind of incense. Karma poked playfully at the ashes.

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Karma and the world’s largest incense burner

Up on the shrine, a couple of dogs napped fitfully. I snapped these photos for my “dogs of dharma” collection.

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Dogs of Dharma 1

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Cricket is inevitable

We continued into town from the hill. On the road I spotted this sign. Laxmi is the wife of Vishnu, and is often identified with good fortune and prosperity. There are many businesses named after her. But can you imagine what people in the US would say if somebody named their business “Mother Mary’s Septic Cleaners”?

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Not seen in the US

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Posted May 24, 2017 by markrisjord in India, Mark, Uncategorized