Globalti
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Am currently at the end of a fairly punishing two-week trip that started in Cyprus, then moved via a night in Doha to Khartoum in Sudan where I worked through to late Saturday night at a trade fair, then after a long-delayed Sunday flight, finished here in Addis Ababa where I'm in a comfortable hotel but the work schedule is fairly punishing. The traffic, the noise, the filthy diesel fumes, the bone-dry air and the endless meetings and demands from local colleagues become wearing and you have to go into maximum export patience mode to cope. On top of that the tummy has been dodgy since Sudan and on arrival in Ethiopia I got a cold, which has migrated down to my chest and now I've lost my voice so today's meetings are going to be interesting.
Right now, sitting at my desk, I can hear: the roar of the bathroom extractor and the AC fan, hammering and crashing from the building site opposite the hotel, a regular dull bang from somewhere inside the hotel that I've never identified, a car alarm and the sound of someone down on the main street 100 yards away haranguing the public though a loud-hailer. When I get home the frst thing that always strikes me is the complete silence so I'm yearning for some peace and quiet, an undisturbed night's sleep, cool moist dense air and a nice glass of English beer. Oh, and some exercise; the waistline definitely expands on these trips. But I don't think I'd be able to cope without the fitness and stamina I enjoy from being a cyclist.
There are a few other exporters on this forum, I know that @Fab Foodie does overseas trips and I'm sure he understands how the nerves get frayed as the trip progresses and tiredness takes over.
(First ever trip to Ethiopia by the way - an amazing country, so different from the rest of Africa.)
Right now, sitting at my desk, I can hear: the roar of the bathroom extractor and the AC fan, hammering and crashing from the building site opposite the hotel, a regular dull bang from somewhere inside the hotel that I've never identified, a car alarm and the sound of someone down on the main street 100 yards away haranguing the public though a loud-hailer. When I get home the frst thing that always strikes me is the complete silence so I'm yearning for some peace and quiet, an undisturbed night's sleep, cool moist dense air and a nice glass of English beer. Oh, and some exercise; the waistline definitely expands on these trips. But I don't think I'd be able to cope without the fitness and stamina I enjoy from being a cyclist.
There are a few other exporters on this forum, I know that @Fab Foodie does overseas trips and I'm sure he understands how the nerves get frayed as the trip progresses and tiredness takes over.
(First ever trip to Ethiopia by the way - an amazing country, so different from the rest of Africa.)
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