The End Is the Beginning Is the End

I’m back from 10 plus months of fieldwork. Regrettably, my time in Ethiopia ended on a sour note (well more of a spicy note but it upset me nonetheless, I’ll explain later). As I had mentioned a few months ago, I was invited to speak at a youth conference in Addis Ababa on April 30. The conference was a major success with over 600 high school students from Addis attending. Together with my friend Shif (owner, operator, and chief guide of Simien Trek), I spoke about the Simien Mountains National Park. We talked about our work with ecotourism (Shif) and primatological research (me). Our goal was to get the youth of Addis excited about the unique animals and plants of their country, and to hopefully inspire just a few to go into wildlife biology careers. After all, when I was their age I wanted to be a medical doctor and look at me now.

Back to the ‘spicy’ note of my departure. Ethiopian is known for its delicious (and very spicy cuisine). My favorite Ethiopia dish is doro wat, which is a spicy chicken stew consisting of chicken thighs, hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, and onions seasoned with berbere (combination of traditional spices), fenugreek, garlic, ginger, and (tinish= Amharic for ‘a little’) lemon juice. Now, Ethiopia is mostly Orthodox Christian which means they abstain from eating meat (or even killing an animal to sell to a faranji) for over 50 days during Lent. Needless to say, by the time Fasika (Easter) was over I wanted nothing more than doro wat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

The day before the conference, we had all decided to go out for lunch and I was working on my third straight day of eating doro wat. Little did I know, a tinish (there’s that word again) bone was hiding in my stew. Savoring my meal, I bit down and CRACK! My molar was broken, the back half was sheered off right down to the gum line. Breaking a tooth in a developing country is quite an ordeal and can rapidly develop into a serious infection. At least I was in Addis where there were dentists. I scheduled an appointment for later that afternoon and managed to get half of my tooth pulled and filled before dinner that evening (with bitam tinish “very little” anesthesia). I’ll spare a discuss you all a discussion of the pain.

All looked well for the conference. My tooth was fixed, my talk was prepared, and I had showered everyday that week (I usually shower 1/ week in the mountains). However, at breakfast the morning of the conference the temporary filling along with another part of my tooth fell out exposing my root. I feared developing a serious tooth infection while in the mountains (and days away from Addis), so I made the hardest decision of my life and went home ending my trip a few weeks early and without goodbyes to the geladas or my friends.

I’ve been home one week now and I already miss the mountains, the monkeys, and the people that made that place my home for nearly a year. Its time now for me to transition in to that final stage of graduate school-analyzing and writing up the dissertation. I’m excited to uncover answers to all those burning questions of my  proposal, yet I proceed tentatively. Part of me wants to get on the next flight to Ethiopia, grab a bus bound for the Simien Mountains, trek up to the gelada’s sleeping cliffs, and see my old bachelor geladas. However, I know that a dissertation the first chapter of my academic career. While it feels like an end, it is just the beginning.

On that note, I’m officially ending this blog. Its been a great few years, but I’m ready to move on to the ‘real world’ of publishing, getting rejected, making revisions, and nitpicking every statistical test and graph and I put together. To all my readers (there are at least 3 of you), good luck in your future careers be it primatology or something else. And please, feel free to comment.

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