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Newspapers at Arat Kilo, Addis Ababa An unfamiliar sight of people reading newspapers in public. I’m sure people do read them, but I never see anyone in a cafe or restaurant with a paper. In Nekemte it’s even rarer. In fact, when I sit outside a cafe with a book or newspaper I’m often joined by a stranger who pulls up a chairs and demands to know who I am, what my country is and where I work, etc. It is of course just friendly banter but, as a grumpy Englishman, I really enjoy at quiet drink and a read of the paper when I’m out and about. Arat Kilo in Addis Ababa, however, seems to be the place for newspaper indulgence. I’ll join them next time.

Newspapers at Arat Kilo, Addis Ababa

An unfamiliar sight of people reading newspapers in public. I’m sure people do read them, but I never see anyone in a cafe or restaurant with a paper. In Nekemte it’s even rarer. In fact, when I sit outside a cafe with a book or newspaper I’m often joined by a stranger who pulls up a chairs and demands to know who I am, what my country is and where I work, etc. It is of course just friendly banter but, as a grumpy Englishman, I really enjoy at quiet drink and a read of the paper when I’m out and about.

Arat Kilo in Addis Ababa, however, seems to be the place for newspaper indulgence. I’ll join them next time.