Emba Derho and Tsa' Edakristyan Eritrea - June 6th 2005
      
 
	
On my return trips from Keren I used
to pass a small village close to a lake, called Emba Derho. Today I take the
number 18 bus from Eritrea SQuare that will bring me to this village for only
two Nakfa.
Emba Deho means "chickens
mountain". I decide to climb the hill to have a good overview on the
village. Children are following me and ask me my name. Villagers are greeting me
when they pass. I guess it seldom happens that tourist visit this place. The
children are excited. A man appears in the door opening and tells the children
to leave.
      On top of the hill is a small
      church. Next to the church is a Suwa bar. I am invited to sit with the men
      and to drink Suwa. I accept the invitation and an old man serves me a bowl
      with this typical Eritrean drink, tasting a bit like beer and containing
      some alcohol, that is stored in large blue tons. Some of the children are
      following me into the bar, but when I ignore them, they are gone.
      The men do not speak any
      English, so there is not much of a conversation. When I finished my drink,
      I ask to whom and what I should pay. "Give him ten Nakfa", one
      man says, pointing to the old man. I guess the ten Nakfa if more than
      enough to buy them all a drink, but who cares? I leave ten Nakfa and
      proceed my tour through the village.
      I snake through the small
      alleys, where chicken pick the last food from the ground, and dogs try to
      scare me without much success. children are greeting me, some want to
      shake hands. Donkeys with large rubber bags, and girls accompanying them
      are on their way to the small lake on the other side of the road, to
      collect water.
      I follow them and walk around
      the lake, where a lot of large birds are catching fish. when I am back at
      the main road, the bus arrives. There is a lot of people waiting, so I do
      what every Eritrean would do: make a run for the door, and be sure to get
      in the bus, pushing back politely when necessary.
      Back at Eritrea Square, I
      choose the number 19 bus to Tsa' Edakristyan,
      another small village on the other side of Asmara. Later I will hear that
      this is the village of Gebrehiwot. When the bus reaches Tsa' Edakristyan,
      it is not very clear to which way to go. The houses are scattered in the
      landscape, some on a hill.
      When I pass a bar, I choose to
      share a table with an old man and order two tea, the only drink that is
      served. It is good to share and show respect to the elderly. I have
      learned my lessons. I walk for an hour, in circle around the hill. There
      is nothing special to see in this village and then return to the bus stop.
      Next logical destination is
      Adi Guadad, bus number 20. By now I have learned the trick. When the bus
      enters the bus station, I calculate where the rear door well be when it
      stops. And when I grab one side of it, and the bus will tear me right in
      front of the door, so I am sure to have a seat.
      Adi Guadad is more an
      industrial area. The residential area of village is very small. Just when
      I wonder what on earth made me choose this village as a destination, I
      pass a house where three women are making Suwa.
      When I watch them, they invite
      me to sit and drink tea. One of them carries a small stool from the house,
      for me to sit on when I drink my tea and eat some hembesha, a flat
      Eritrean bread.
      I witness the first stages of
      the production of the Suwa: dough is poured on top of an oven, heated with
      fuel wood, until the product has colored dark brown. I is turned to bake the
      other side, and when smoke comes off, it is removed and (when cooled
      down) broken into pieces.
      These pieces of dark brown
      flat bread are then mixed with water and flavored with a type of buckthorn leaf called Gesho
      to ferment for a few days. The result is the Suwa I drank this morning in
      Emba Derho.
      While waiting for the bus to
      go back to Asmara, I learn that here, next to the Santa Famiglia Pasta factory
      is the bus stop for the buses to Mai Nefhi and Himbirti, which will
      be tomorrows destination.
  

      Traditional house (hidmo) - Emba
      Derho (chickens mountain) Eritrea.
      

      On top of the hill - Emba
      Derho Eritrea.

Suwa bar - Emba Derho Eritrea.

Looking down from the hill - Emba
Derho Eritrea.

      Water reservoir - Emba Derho
      Eritrea.

      Carrying water to the
      village - Emba Derho Eritrea.

      Local scenery - Tsa'
      Edakristyan (just outside Asmara).

Local scenery - Tsa' Edakristyan
(just outside Asmara).

Local scenery - Tsa' Edakristyan
(just outside Asmara).

      Santa Famiglia Pasta factory
      and bus stop to Asmara,
       Mai Nefhi and Himbirti - Adi Guadad Asmara Eritrea.

Junior school - Adi Guadad Asmara Eritrea.

Woman making Suwa - Adi Guadad Asmara Eritrea.