Boston to Ethiopia was a much more grueling itinerary than you'd expect. My dad and I had to stopover in New York and then Istanbul en route to Addis Ababa. JFK is basically hell on earth in my opinion, but Turkish Airlines is a flight fit for royalty. After more than a day of flying, we finally touched down in Ethiopia.
It was interesting to see what a graveyard of an airport Bole International really is. I mean wow, the people looked like zombies in a place that just had the color sucked right out of it. My first impression of the place was that it resembled a building in America from the 60s or 70s (even though I was never alive in those decades, it still felt like a time machine). That's kind of what Ethiopia's like...they're behind on things, like architecture.
Stepping out of the airport is always my favorite part of the trip. That's how you know you're all done with the traveling; the sitting, the waiting, the standing, the wailing babies seated two rows away from you. It was great to just breathe some air and look over the lights that illuminated the sleepy city of Addis.
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