I should be working.  Or packing.  Or Working out.  Hell, there are a million things I should be doing but I got sidetracked searching for years worth of old blogs I tore down when I thought it was better to be removed from the world.  I was drinkin’ the kool aid.

Tomorrow morning at 4 a.m. I’m going to jump in an uber and head to the airport to visit a place I used to call home (for 3 months).  Addis Ababa, Ethiopia!  If you want to know how I used to write and think (almost exactly) 6 years ago, you’re in for a treat (www.ethiopiaethos.wordpress.com)  I was a bit wordy, and really excited about everything.  Some things never change?

I’m returning to Addis for a night before heading out to the sights I couldn’t have cared less about 6 years ago.  This is a month after I returned from a short road trip through Rwanda and Uganda.  I hiked a (dormant) volcano, drank bourbon at the top, and questioned every ounce of athleticism I once claimed.  Then I almost got charged to death by a silverback gorilla in the Impenetrable forests of Uganda.  I canoed to one of 29 small islands in the middle of Lake Bunyonyi to eat, drink, and sleep at a geodesic dome at an Eco lodge.  It was awesome.  Although the best parts weren’t picturesque.

Drinking sorghum beer out of a rusted barrel, and then drinking banana beer out of an equally questionable recycled bottle.  Bargaining the first night’s price from $100 to $20 per person – and being named “Madame Broker.”  Grilling avocado, apple, peanut butter, and rwandan chili oil sandwiches over a bonfire.  Losing half a wheel of cheese. Buying sparkly silver gum boots at the foot of the virungas while drinking legit french press spiked with Amarula.  Drive through service along the Bwindi hillside after dark, negotiating bottles and beer, after watching the most magnificent lightning display.  Playing the most aggressive game of hearts that I won, and making it out alive with a sense of dignity. Drinking liquor our of a bag. Sleeping in a bunk bed. Making it home with more memories than scars.

Tomorrow the A (and B) (inside joke) Team reunites in Addis to head north.  Who knows what may come.  We’re going on a road trip adventure.