Confusion Corner - All roads lead to Rome (if you can find it)

No street signs in Addis Ababa, not in English, not in Amharic. Same road might have one name in the map, another in local body of consciousness, and never the twain shall meet. Bole Road, the road leading to the airport is elegantly titled Africa Road, but if you ever see it written as such, let me know.

No stop signs (except one place), no traffic signal either. No sense of order or urgency. Well, it's not as if Dhaka has some order, but this is the ultimate freedom, free to go anywhere at any speed.

Ethiopian drivers also are the most polite people, since the pedestrians definitely walk any direction they want.

My commute from hotel to work has a junction appropriately known as confusion corner where from a circle of open (?) space, 8 streets branch out and a train track intersect. Three police officers usually manage (?) the traffic there, and only once I found an army truck hitting a sub-compact and jamming the traffic for about 15 minutes. Cofusion corner is also very close to the city dump, a place where if your window is open, you can inhale about 50 Hobo Power (ref to Loveline)

The upside of waiting in traffic? Watching the street cleaning ladies with very distinct clothes. I wanted to take a picture, but I couldnt find the time. Straw hats with brims cover their faces completely, and their dress is usually gray full length gowns, not typical Ethiopian clothing. The attire comes complete with a wooden broom, reminiscent of Bewitched. Street cleaning ladies are the hardest working people I've ever seen, and they have an intensity about their face (if you could peek through the hats), as if they know that they have to make up for the men in their society, who are just sitting around on the sidewalk, waiting for life to happen.