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Ethiopian Airlines to Paradise Island (Addis Ababa - Victoria)


In November, I tasted a new airline for myself. I did not even try, but tried, as I made as many as 4 flights on its wings. Three flights turned out to be night, and not particularly interesting, two of which are also exhausting because of their duration, but I would like to share my vision and impressions about one of them.

Ethiopian Airlines resumed direct flights from Ethiopia to Russia at the end of August (flights were suspended due to the events of February 24; until that time they were carried out with a technical stop in Athens) and have since gained very impressive popularity. Not because of what many people need in Addis Ababa, but because the capital of Ethiopia is currently home to the largest hub in Africa. From Addis Ababa, you can get to almost the same destinations as Emirates from Dubai or Qatar from Doha. But the prices look more attractive than those of the Middle Eastern giants. As for the service, this is the second question. By the way, I would like to note that the occupancy rate on all four flights of Ethiopian Airlines was 100 percent.
But a significant drawback of Ethiopians, unlike the same Emirates, I consider the lack of daily flights to Russia. Because of this, there are no convenient dockings for the right dates. 3 flights a week to Moscow, and not even on very capacious Boeings 787 or 777-200 - categorically not enough.
In this review, I will not touch on 7-hour flights from Russia to Ethiopia and back, but I will talk about a more exotic route - from Ethiopia (Addis Ababa) to the Seychelles (Victoria). 
The beginning of this review should be considered not the road to the airport, but the transit zone of Bole Airport. It used to be called Haile Selassie Airport, the name of a man of small stature but great grandeur, the emperor of Ethiopia. It is very strange that contemporaries renamed the airport, because Haile Selassie was and remains an idol for the country. 
If you still be mercantile and more accurate, then the beginning of the review should be considered the airfield of Bole airport, since for the first time being in Ethiopia, I did not enter the artificial floor of the telebridge leading to the transit zone, but made the first step on the asphalt in the middle of the parking lot of the Bole airport aircraft.
As always happens, when passengers find themselves in a non-trivial environment, they take photos to capture this moment, which was done by me. What could be better than taking a picture in the middle of the airfield of your new airport after sitting for a long time in the stale atmosphere of the plane on the smelling of something unfamiliar and unusual air of another continent next to the wide-body monster that brought you here:

Still, when the plane does not taxi to the jet bridge, but stops somewhere in the parking lot, from where passengers are taken by bus to the terminal, it is much brighter and more fun from the point of view of getting acquainted with the infrastructure of an unfamiliar airport. After a bit of trampling in the unexpectedly cool air of Ethiopia, I get into a well-worn apron bus:

The bus took me to the terminal, where I pass the control in just a few seconds. I read that many complained that during the control in Addis Ababa it was necessary to undress and in white socks walk on the dirty floor. There really is a need to undress, but the floor is lined with carpet and therefore you do not feel discomfort without shoes. After passing the control, I find myself in a clean area of the airport:

At first glance, the airport seems huge. But perhaps this feeling is false, since the terminal is simply stretched along one axis. First of all, I look for a scoreboard to understand which way my gate is.

My gate is C3, and in which direction it is - I still had no idea. But there are still three hours before departure, which means that at least two I have to leisurely get acquainted with the airport, shops or cafes.
After the inspection, I got into the gate zone A. If you stand facing the window and look to the left, then somewhere there, behind zone A, there will be zone C and my gate:

But I was not going to go there yet. Outside the window, the day was just beginning, the rising sun began to dazzle the view of the airfield:

I decided to look around, and understand what can surprise the airport of Addis Ababa.
In the middle of the hall were three duty-free shops. One of them was called Addis Ababa duty free:

There was nothing special about it - mostly chocolate, some giant snickers, interspersed with perfume. There was no system absolutely, merchandising in duty-free was lame on both legs. In addition to this, price tags were not always present.
 
The second duty-free shop, called Millenium duty free, met the characteristics of the first with the only difference that it sold booze.
The third duty free was even more like a selpo than the first two, but it was crowded with a lot of people. It seemed, why all of a sudden? Pushing through the passengers, I realized the reason - here they sold real Ethiopian coffee - in beans, ground and different varieties. Coffee prices were very pleasant - $ 6 for a pack of 250 g and $ 11 for a pack of half a kilo - at the current rate, not a price, but a fairy tale. There were packs and kilos.

Passengers took coffee in armfuls. Not the last role was played by excitement. He wanted to buy me too, but he only held on because a week later I was going to be at the Addis Ababa airport again, and then I'll take mine.

In addition to duty-free shops, there were small retail outlets and cafes:



I noticed (this can be seen in the photo above) that the main inscriptions on the signs were in English, and the native Ethiopian abugida and Chinese characters were as if duplicating.

In the direction opposite the window with access to the aircraft parking lot, from the second tier of the terminal, the entrance to the departure zone from the city was visible. Through a window on this side, Addis Ababa was visible under the rays of the rising sun:

On the same side of the terminal was the Sheba Silver Lounge, a business class lounge that was virtually empty:

The view of the airfield was uniform in terms of the liveries of the sides - all that came into view was a local spill:


After inspecting the terminal, I headed for my gate. I was thirsty, and a small bottle of sparkling water from the last flight, which was not taken away at the inspection, did not quench my thirst. On the way, in one of the cafes, I bought locally produced juice, which turned out to be very good:

Having found my terminal, I noticed that through it the boarding for the current flight ended, mine will be as follows:

Some passengers hurriedly stood at the end of the queue, but approaching the control, returned back - they were told that the landing in Somalia was still ending, and their flight was the next.
I sat in an empty chair while waiting for the start of landing, which should have been signaled by the scoreboard of gate C3.

Through a clear window, the city was visible. Bole Airport is located directly within addis Ababa, whose residential development was literally a few hundred meters from the airport:

Interestingly, Terminal C was on the first floor, and boarding from it to the plane was carried out not through a jet bridge, but on the ground, by delivery to the plane by buses. A week later, from the same terminal and also by bus, he went to Moscow. In total, there are 12 gates in Terminal C and they are always on the move, the terminal is very overloaded with passengers.
 
After a while, they shouted that the boarding of the plane to the Seychelles had opened. People rushed to the exit of the gate and formed a queue. Some, however, remained hesitant, as the terminal scoreboard still showed the exit to Mogadishu. However, officials once again confirmed that the gate is open to the Seychelles. But the scoreboard never switched. I pass the control, and shudder at the thought that I am flying not to the Seychelles, but to Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia:

I get off to the bus, look back at the terminal:

On the way to the plane, I photograph the boards, of which a great many have passed. For the first time I met such a dominant monopoly of one single airline at the airport - every single aircraft was represented by Ethiopian Airlines:





The bus approached our plane - Boeing-737 MAX. For the first time it was necessary to fly on THE MAH and for some reason at that moment I remembered the plane crash with this aircraft of the same airline near Addis Ababa two or three years old limitation:

I got in line to the ramp, took a picture and at that moment something rumbled in the opposite side of the terminal. The passengers, all on cue, turned their heads, peering at what it might have been.

But apparently, the rumble sounded somewhere far away, outside the airport, because no consequences from it were observed in the field of view. The landing continued.
I get on board:



At the entrance to the plane, flight attendants give each passenger two wet wipes packed in a branded package:

Business Class looks quite simple:

I'm trying to squeeze into my seat at the back of the cabin. Even when buying a ticket, I chose a place at the window on the starboard side. For some reason, its designation was L, despite the fact that there were only six seats in the row. On the left row were the usual A, B and C, but the right one was designated as J, K, L - this can be seen in the photo below:

Approaching his row and place, he found that a boy was already sitting on it, and next to him was an adult, probably his father. I pointed out to them that my place was occupied by them. At first they were surprised, and then they realized that they were confused in the letter designations of places and the boy moved to the middle place, and his father - from the edge.
View from my seat:

I looked out the window - opposite an old (19-year-old) Boeing 737-700 was preparing for departure.

Visually and tactilely, it seemed that the body was cramped, legroom was very insufficient. Perhaps the consequences of the habit from the more comfortable Boeing-777-200, which flew 3 hours earlier for a longer time, affected. It was really comfortable there - never before in economy class had I experienced such freedom for legs.

The back of the seat in front was disappointing - I expected that the MAX would have a multimedia screen, a USB connector, but neither was there. I remembered that on the Kenyan Boeing 737 (not MAX) all this was present, and here it was not even believed that the modern MAX does not have a USB connector. At first I thought that I simply could not find it, but when I exhausted the search attempts, I asked a passing flight attendant - is there one? Turns out, no! I regretted not fully recharging my phone at Addis Ababa airport.
 
There were no screens in the back of the seats, but they were recessed in the ceiling and suddenly reclined when they began to demonstrate the flight safety instructions.

After the demonstration ended, they returned to their seat and never reappeared. Interestingly, on the return flight to Addis Ababa, the screens were folded back the entire flight and showed a map of the route and other characteristics of the flight.

During the demonstration of the safety instructions, I finally saw through the window the board of another airline - it was an Embraer Kenya Airways that had just landed. In addition to him, after taxiing and almost at the exit to the original one, I noticed the side of the A-330 Saudia at the hangar. That's it. The rest of the boards are Ethiopian only.

They began to drag us back with a simultaneous turn of 90 degrees to the left on the axis of movement. At the same time with us, they began to drag the same trajectory of the same old Boeing-737 standing opposite. Because of this, it seemed that in reverse we were stretched two hundred meters, to the very end, giving space to the second plane, which eventually turned out to be ahead of us.

Pulling back, our MAX started the engines, and waited for the movement to begin. As mentioned above, we were standing at the very edge of the parking lot, at some backyards. Directly opposite me through the porthole were two sheds, between which a metal fence passed. On it someone hung, apparently after washing, his work clothes to dry. On the same fence, the wind was swaying garbage. In the distance you could see the residential high-rise buildings of Addis Ababa, behind them - hills, on one of which the temple was visible. There was plenty of time to see all these details, as we waited about 5 minutes for the Boeing in front of us to start moving.

Finally we moved, went out on the taxiway and swam along an endless row of Ethiopian sides in front of the terminal:




We go to the original:

We took off. From my side, during the take-off, the opposite side of the terminal and the outskirts of the capital of Ethiopia were visible.

Almost immediately after takeoff, they began to turn to the right, gradually bringing the turning angle to 180 degrees:

The longer the plane held a U-turn, the more of ethiopia's capital opened itself up for review, but on the other hand, with the climb, it became more and more difficult to disassemble the details of the city. Addis Ababa turned out to be huge, far superior to Nairobi, also quite a large city, to which I am accustomed. In the center of Addis Ababa, arrays of skyscrapers were visible, further and along the outskirts - scattered residential areas. At some point, when the plane was already high enough, we flew parallel to the runway from which we had just taken off and the terminal building:



When the plane almost gained altitude, through the porthole I saw three lakes: Langano, Abijata and Shala. The brown surface of Lake Langano contrasted sharply with the surface color of the other two lakes:

Lake Langano in Ethiopia is considered quite popular, with several resorts on the coast. The fact is that despite the brown surface, which gives the impression that it is dirty, in fact it is very clean and even useful, and the color of the lake is due to the minerals in it. In addition, in Langana there is no fluke worm that lives in other lakes of Ethiopia, which makes it possible to swim in it without the risk of catching a vile infection. Neighboring lakes - Abijata and Shala - are alkaline.

The plane gained altitude and you could break away from the porthole to look around and study what was inside the plane. To begin with, I will acquaint dear readers with the contents of the pocket of the chair in front. A duty free journal, safety instructions and a paper bag for the known and unpleasant consequences of vestibular disorder were extracted from it:




For a complete review, it was necessary to visit the toilet. And this had to be done before meals began, or at least right after the breakfast carts drove in front of my chair. Since I was sitting at the end of the cabin, I was well aware that after the flight attendant removed the tray with the remains of food from me, a large queue of those whose trays would be removed earlier would line up at the toilet. But the boy in the next seat was sleeping and did not want to disturb him.

But still, the debt to the upcoming review overcame, and I made my way through the guy without disturbing his sleep. Flight attendants have already rolled their carts with snacks to the beginning of the cabin. While I was making my way through the guy (his dad stood up, letting me go into the aisle), I was overtaken by some trickster from the back row and occupied the toilet. The other toilet was closed as it was only used for flight attendants.

While waiting for the toilet to be released, I inspected the kitchen of the plane in the absence of its hostesses:

The toilet became vacant and I quickly dove in. I did not feel physiological needs, and even more so I did not initiate them, so I limited myself only to a general examination, and a couple of photos. The task was simply to capture the space, so that the reader would not have any complaints about the completeness of the review. Therefore, get signed:



And, in fact, my summary of the lavatorium: it turned out to be unremarkable and clean, but only, probably, because a little time had passed since takeoff and was not yet so in demand.

After leaving the toilet, I took my seat, carefully stepping over the sleeping boy, and with anticipation watched the flight attendant's back with a cart loaded with breakfasts gradually approach my row. Or lunches. I really hoped that this segment would do without rice, since over the past seven-hour flight, during which the Ethiopians twice bothered to feed tightly, this very rice dominated the list of dishes. And, okay, in a digestible format, for example, with butter, but then just boiled, dry, almost crispy on the teeth.

Before the cart could catch up with our seats, the father of the boy sitting next to him woke him up and threw him a table. For some reason, I was alarmed by this, there was a premonition that the meal would not go smoothly.

It was my turn. There was a standard sentence-question: chicken, meat? From the chicken beef, a beef was chosen. The flight attendant served a tray with the following contents:

The main dish was hidden behind a thick foiled red lid, with the airline's logo embossed. As a salad I watched.. rice. For the first time I saw rice (it turned out to be flavored with sour olive oil) as a salad. On today's first flight, chopped beets appeared as a salad, which was also not entirely happy, but now here is rice. This rice salad was a bit soothing, as it definitely hinted that the main course as a side dish would be something other than rice. I was ready for anything, as long as I didn't crunch dry rice like a horse oats again.
The lid was hot, I bent it very carefully and removed it.

At the sight of this, several disparate and unrelated thoughts and images flashed through my head at the same time - why didn't I choose a chicken, the grinning conventional face of the Ethiopian Airlines chef, the trough of oats and a couple of other images that are better not to mention.


 
As for nutrition: I will not repeat myself on rice; the meat was not bad. A piece of processed cheese softened the taste of rice, Lurpak butter combined with a bun served as the basis for improvising a sandwich left for a hot drink crowning a meal. A three-piece chocolate soufflГ© is delicious, but not more than that, not a delight. And one more thing: after the main course was finished, under the foil plate there was another element of the on-board food that had not been noticed before - a couple of small crackers, which turned out to be very pleasant to the taste:

The choice of drinks is always good for African airlines (those on which you had to fly). Ethiopian Airlines also holds the brand in this regard. Water, juices, beer, wine - all this was offered on this flight, as well as on the other three. With one exception - while the cart reached me, the wine with which I planned to treat had already run out, so I took only carbonated water (on the return flight I took beer made in Ethiopia - not bad, I recommend). And finally, on the third, I asked for coffee for myself (how could it be without it, Ethiopia, after all!). Poured into a branded paper cup and additionally gave milk powder and sugar:

During the meal and beyond, the picture overboard on the train was monotonous. One moment did capture – as we were flying over Mogadishu (but it was on the other side of the plane) – the Indian Ocean coast of Somalia:

The meeting point of the continent and the ocean meant that we had flown about halfway through.

Landing on Mahe Island is a very interesting part of the flight. The island consists of many mountains overgrown with tropical vegetation with interspersed houses on the slopes and watching the plane maneuver between the slopes is very, very exciting.



Touch, mileage:

U-turn at the end of the runway:

Parking stop:

The exit from the aircraft was carried out very quickly: for this purpose, exits from the front and rear parts of the aircraft were involved, where two ladders were fitted. Literally five minutes after the plane stopped, I could already feel the stuffy and hot atmosphere of the Seychelles:

The terminal building was right next door, buses to take passengers to the terminal don't make sense here. The building seemed to be a toy, designed in a typical island, tropical style:


I took a farewell shot of the board that took me to paradise island from the terminal side:


I walk to the terminal:

I go inside:

More, Before border control, it is necessary to pass the filter, which is a special device that reads by face and records whether the fee for the health declaration has been paid in advance.


I go through passport control:

The result of passing through passport control was such a funny stamp in the passport, in the form of an endemic plant - the fruit of a local coconut, resembling an intimate part of the body:

Just behind passport control, a narrow passage with a duty-free shop (I did not visit it):

I headed straight to the exit through the baggage claim area, because I didn't have one with me:

Going into the waiting area:

The arrivals area was empty. It housed the counters of tourist offices, connections to local mobile communications and a couple of exchange offices. It is better to change at the airport. When I was there, for one euro they gave 14.10 local rupees, in a bank in Victoria - 13.60. The arrivals area was almost outdoors, as there were no walls and doors on the street side at all:



To cover the airport completely, and not just the arrivals area, I walked around it. On the right hand (if you leave the baggage claim area), the arrival terminal passes into the departure terminal, which is practically indistinguishable. The reception desks look like this:

The area between the international and domestic lounges:

Street entrance to the departure area:

At the very end of the hall was a small domestic lounge (arrival and departure in one place), built relatively recently, as reported by a commemorative plaque:

In the airport toilet there was a free shower cabin - a very useful component, since usually due to the local climate you arrive at the airport soared, loaded with suitcases and it will not hurt to cool down at all. I used it when I flew away. And I know that it is not only in the men's, but also in the women's toilet.


After studying the interior of the airport, I went out into the street, on, if you can call it so, the station square:


Behind it there was a large parking lot for private transport, picturesquely framed by a mountain:

That's all I wanted to tell about as part of this flight.

I hope it was interesting and informative! Thank you all for reading and see you in the new directions!
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