True that the amenities at the "Buffet" were pretty basic but the country was being run down in classic African commie fashion by comrade Mengistu. (whatever happened to him?) If the crew fancied a more civilised evening, then an Italian at Castelli's was good. A bit unnerving to find the eponymously endowed Titziana from Mario's in Swindon working there.
The only alternative was the local eating houses serving Njera (a crepe bandage made of fermented wheat) with a fiery curry dish called Wat and washed down with some amber liquid called Tedg. No wonder we got the runs. The flying was spectacular though.
This is a DZ inspection. The helo and the crowd line are in the way of the run in