247 of steel for the roof, but it had all the “modern” conveniences: a TV with one channel, a stereo player and a cell phone. We had spaghetti with a weird tomato sauce and homemade bread, but at least it wasn’t rice and curry. At one point, by the end of the work day, all we accomplished was hanging the crane and getting the feed chute on the platform. They couldn't cut shims because they had no cutting gas, they couldn't clean out the holes in the original spacer because they had no drill bit. We lost a lot of valuable installation time due to the lack of supporting equipment. One morning, there wasn’t anything to drink. By lunch my tongue was like Gandhi's flip-flop. A factory worker had to go off site for liquid replenishment. They hadn't had anything to drink for white men for three days. Nobody picked me up after lunch, the cell phones were down, so by 2:30 in the afternoon I started walking back to the factory – a two-mile hike, temperature around 97o F. I got half way to the factory and got a lift. I got a decent night’s sleep for a change, woke up to chanting at 4:50 AM. I got ready and went to breakfast; one slice of bread, one egg omelet and tea. We hadn’t had a cell phone signal for more than two days and no one could explain the problem. Nights were lonely there, after a month, it was like being in solitary confinement; I knew I would be glad to be with people again. Finally, my last day in Finchaa. I woke up with anticipation at 4:45 AM. I got up at 5:00, did my exercises,andfinishedpacking.Iwentforbreakfast. In my last days, the cook finally learned how to make French toast. The driver turned up and we left. About six and half hours later, I was checked in at the Hilton in Addis Ababa. The next morning, I left for the airport at 7:00 AM and arrived in Rome, Italy eight and half hours later. When we hit the runway in Rome, we damaged one of the hydraulic pumps and couldn't steer to the gate. We had to wait on the taxiway for an hour for a tractor to tow us in. They unloaded the Rome passengers and the rest of us had to stay on board while they tried to fix the problem. After two hours, because of aviation law, we had to disembark. We then waited another four hours in the airport before it was decided that we weren't leaving that day. We were put up in the "Satellite Hotel" for the night, a “wonderful” place, sort of reminded me of the Bates Motel in the movie, Psycho. The next morning, getting ready was easy, no razor, toothbrush etcetera. Finally, we took off for London and arrived two hours later at the airport Holiday Inn. I had some decent food for a change. I visited with Tate & Lyle in London. As a Scot, I visited Scotland for a few days. My flight left for the United States, landed at JFK (John F. Kennedy Airport, New York) and I happily returned home to Cincinnati, Ohio. — Ed Dunsmuir