I’m not here to give you a history lesson so you can learn about the influence of the Italians on Eritrea elsewhere. Needless to say around 70 years of colonisation has left its mark on the country, not least on the architecture and culture of Asmara.
Notice how bicycles inadvertently become a theme in my pics?
We jumped out of the bus in front of the Italian-built Roman Catholic cathedral.
We had just four hours to discover the small capital. It is de rigeur to stop off for a coffee in one of the Italian-style coffee shops, accompanied by a pastry and the many well-dressed gentlemen who are hanging out drinking espressos.
This main boulevard was lined by palms and looked very western.
Just one street away, however, it became a little more ‘rustic’, shall we say, as we approached the market.
That’s enough of my commentary, here’s the remainder of the pics, starting off with some market shots and then progressing towards the residential side of the town on the eastern hill.
After a few hours of wandering the streets taking snaps and generally being the only white face in the area it was time to depart. The most gutting thing about leaving was that we thought we were leaving Eritrea the next day, but winds kept us in Massawa for another week, so we could have spent longer in Asmara. Grrrr. Anyway, back in the bus and back down through the clouds…
I thought I’d save my fave pic till last…