Monday night in Addis

The hotel we're at here in Addis is nice, the bed is as hard as the one Michelle bought in Atlanta, that is, it's a little like sleeping on a pool table. Not that I've ever slept on a pool table. I have slept on a picnic table in Colorado. But I digress.
Dinner in a restaurant. How civilized! We've met up with a few people who are attending the conference, and a small group of us enjoyed a lovely evening at a somewhat touristy but nevertheless charming and interesting place. Local beers, wonderful injera and delicious piles of spicy meat pastes made up the nicely traditional Ethiopian meal. There was a live band, with strong drums, some flutes, and lots of singing, and wild dancing by a man and two women. The dude looked like he was trying to shake his own shoulders right off his body - I thought he was going to make it a couple times too. The women shook too, but a little less violently, they used their arms more for smooth swinging than an attempt at dismemberment. Anyway, a lovely meal. I'd hate to blame how good the food was on the fact that I hadn't eaten anything in the past two days besides airplane food, airport food, and a cliff bar, but the meal was delicious.
Tomorrow is a full day here in Addis. We're going to try and arrange a cupping in the morning with a local exporter, and venture out to the local market, which I hear is amazing.