Now the Wubet is reputed to be the Best in Motta but though the walls and floor are bare, and the chairs and tables basic, the St George Beer was good and so was my “Spaghetti with Meat Sauce” The locals among us ordered the traditional meal of Injera, something I knew I would have to try at some stage but given that westerners generally describe it as like eating sodden rotten blotting paper, I wasn’t really looking forward to it. It is usually served on a plate like large limp dirty grey pancakes, bigger than the largest pizza size, then torn into portions used to scoop up accompanying sauces and meats which are piled in the middle of it. So I tried it and was pleasantly surprised – it was indeed soft and flabby in the mouth, a little bitter but not very flavoursome, it was probably the texture that was strangest but I ate several portions with no ill effects. I had been worried that if I couldnt stomach the staple local diet, what was I going to be able to eat? Now I thought it might be OK after all.