Every weekend Eyob, the volunteer coordinator will take me out for dinner. He suggested I try what the locals like to drink, a concoction of beer, wine and sprite. It just tastes like a sweet and shitty version of a shandy. After the first jug I'd had enough, but then he ordered another without me knowing, i felt obliged to drink it.
We had a traditional meal for dinner, injera and wat, which I really enjoyed.
Unfortunately that wasn't the last time I saw my meal that night, as it ended up down the side of Eyobs car on the way home. A combination of beer-wine and potholes is not one I recommend. I vommited out the car not once but a grand total of 3 times.
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