(4) two women walking the streets of Harar

The first Westerner to lay eyes on Harar was Richard Burton, he of Burton & Speke fame (from a later expedition to the heart of Africa to explore the source of the Nile). On early travels, in 1854, Burton reached Harar – which he compared to ‘ill-famed Timbuctoo’ as being equally ‘bigoted and barbarous’ (from hearsay, no doubt, as I don’t think he ever went to Timbuktu). He stayed for ten days, as guest, others say hostage, of the local sultan, before being allowed to leave again.

(1) one of the original gates of the city, with the chaos of a market in front of it

Paul Theroux also went to Harar, some 10 years ago. He describes the town in similar terms as Burton did, commenting on the narrow streets where two pedestrians can hardly pass each other, and on the open sewerage and the heaps of rubbish everywhere.


Theroux also witnessed the feeding of the hyenas, by what is called the ‘hyena man’, somebody who collects scraps of meat and bones during the day to feed to the hyenas at night, forcing the animals to take it from their hands, even from their mouth.  A rather disturbing way of feeding, I would say, but undoubtedly true (I also read about this elsewhere, perhaps in Nega’s book).


(2) one of the many narrow alleys in Harar

(3) one of the 84 mosques

(5) the so-called Muslim market, with the butcher stalls along the covered gallery

(7) another side of the market, taken over by Coca Cola advertisements

I decided to have a look for myself one evening, and set out to the spot, outside town, where the feeding takes place, but unfortunately, too many able young men decided, at precisely the same moment, to go and have a look as well. The further away from the town centre I got, and the darker it became – feeding hyenas is an after-dark activity –, the more I had the feeling that I was surrounded by human hyenas. Not to tempt faith once more – having money stolen from me, well, I still can continue traveling, just lower the budget somewhat, but having my camera stolen, that would be a trip-ending experience – I turned around and went back to the hotel. You know, this type of experiences doesn’t do much for the general appreciation of Ethiopia.

(8) one of the few two-storey buildings in Harar, along the main road

(6) the kites in strategic position, in case any meat falls (or is poorly covered)

(9) a window of one of the older buildings

But in daylight, Harar is a delight. A walled city with five gates – some more impressive than others, and some parts of the wall decidedly less impressive – inside is a labyrinth of narrow alleys and streets (as Theroux observed correctly), curving and climbing, up- and down-hill.  There are no less than 84 small mosques inside, in green and white, or blue and white. Many of the houses have been painted in similarly bright colours as we saw in Dire Dawa, pink, or orange. But even more colourful are the people, many of Somali ethnic origin, I think, with long dresses and wrapped in cloths. And did I mention market before? There are no less than three, here, one at the eastern gate, apparently for the Oromo people, one Christian market just outside the walled city (and right below our hotel room), and one in the city centre, the Muslim market. The latter is the only one with a proper market building, in which the butchers have their shops: outside, the kites have congregated to pick up any scrap of meat that falls, or indeed any piece of meat that is not well covered when taken from the shop. Frightening, really, and they do swoop low across any hapless tourist walking here, as well. (I remember kites from 25 years ago in Tanzania, where they circled above the lunch places in safari parks, and were not beyond diving down to try to grab the sandwiches from the hands of safari goers, with occasionally very painful results.)

(10) woman tending a wood-carrying donkey at the so-called Oromo market

We have this eternal debate whether to employ a guide or not. Generally we don’t, because we like to wander around without pressure to move on to the next site, and we reckon that the little additional information the guide provides does not weight up against the amount of superfluous nonsense that we also have to listen to. In Harar we found the solution; we employed Abdullah, no, Abdullah somehow attached himself to us, and we didn’t mind. He was deaf and dumb – which solved the superfluous information part -, but showed us every corner of town, pointing out good photos, interesting views, funny scenes. We managed to communicate, somehow, and saw everything we had on our list, plus a whole lot more. The most interesting part of the experience was that Abdullah knew everybody, and was obviously well respected despite his handicap. In every way he operated as a professional tour guide. And we had fun, for sure!

I didn’t see anything of the bigotry, anything barbarous, during daytime Harar. On the contrary, the Muslim dominance seems to make this a much more friendly place than many other obvious tourist sites in Ethiopia. But at night? I am not so sure.

next: some background on Jijiga

(11) just outside Harar is an enormous Muslim cemetry, with many of the grave stones carefully painted

(12) a very peaceful place, somehow

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