Today I took a bus ride back to the capital city of Eritrea…
The trip started at the dusty square in Karen in front of the former railway station building. No more rails here… The station stands now surrounded by sand and dust as a strange relics of the former glory of the colonial railway…
There were no bus when I reached terminal – but the people heading to Asmara were waiting forming straight line in the middle of the dusty square. I – again the only white person – went with my backpack to the end of the line… They were little courious of that but I registered many smiles of symphaty…
Then we spent 4 hours on the road climbing picturesque mountains. At the destination driver called me to give me 3 Nakfa of change (like 15 US cents)…. That’s like they are here:
proud, honest, helpful… I visited already about 20 african countries and I did not meet such a nation on the Black Continent… Come here and try before it will change!…
