POST BY CHRIS TRETER

Tuesday February 1, 2011

One realization from meeting thousands of people while running across Ethiopia and spending time in coffee growing communities that supply Higher Grounds with our Ethiopian Yrgacheffe Light Roast and Ethiopian Unwashed Sidamo Medium Roast, is that the coffee industry should learn a lesson from “Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs”.

Abraham Maslow, the founder of Humanistic Psychology, has been immortalized through his creation of “Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs.” Outlined in “A Theory of Human Motivation,” published in 1943, the work has affected many fields, including education. In the Hierarchy of Needs, Maslow explains that first level needs must be attained before a human can satisfy higher level needs. Basic needs (survival) must be met before Safety Needs (comfort) and Psychological Needs (well-being). If all three can be met, a human can then work to find self-actualization and Peak Experiences.

In modern-day Ethiopia, despite the country’s coffee exports accounting for nearly 60 percent of the national GDP, many coffee farmers and their families live in dire poverty. Education, health care, and access to water are all very limited. In the Yirgacheffe region, where some of the world’s most unique and sought-after coffees originate, little more than half the region’s children complete primary school. The adult literacy rate is 36 percent. Life expectancy is 53 years. Unfortunately for coffee farmers (and most rural peoples) in Ethiopia, the most basic of human needs are not met. These needs reflect human’s needs of water, food, shelter, and clothing.

As a buyer visiting coffee growing communities in Ethiopia many times, one thing that has been quite evident is that fair trade pricing alone is not nearly enough to bring growers out of poverty. However, it should at the very least be the baseline price for any ethical coffee buyer. And, in a high priced coffee market, price alone will not resolve issues of poverty. For most coffee growers, their basic needs of survival are not met. Buyers who attempt to talk about quality of coffee without simultaneously speaking of quality of life are simply not in touch of the reality on the ground and contribute to the development of an unjust coffee trading system.

Children in a village near Yirgacheffe, Ethiopia

When one travels through coffee growing communities, the lack of basic needs is quite clear to see. Children smile and wave to you without shoes in a region where podoconiosis, a debilitating foot disease that is caused by walking barefoot, affects nearly 1 million Ethiopians. Their stomachs are large due to malnourishment as their diet is heavy in the false banana (a starch) with limited access to protein. Over 90% of the children never attend high school. Many of those in school study in classrooms with over 100 students, in buildings that have no access to water, and without any food to eat throughout the day.

Alimazi Bedhaso, a 14 year old girl from a growing community that supplies coffee to over a dozen brands in the U.S. and Europe approached me while touring a new high school built with fair trade premiums which she will attend next year. When asked about her education thus far she quickly responded, “For girls it is very difficult. If we do not attend school we are forced into arranged marriage at a very young age. If we are in school there are not enough teachers or supplies and we have no time to study. We must walk for hours to return home where we must fetch water and wood, feed the animals, and cook.”

When asking a group of growers representing 6 different coffee cooperatives, what their largest challenges are as an organization, one is quick to realize that their needs are much different than that of an organization in the United States or Europe. While a U.S. company might talk about a need for an improved accounting system, better trained employees, or access to capital, an Ethiopian co-op will quickly state that water, roads, schools, electricity and health centers are the primary needs. Thoughts of better organizational efficiencies are not even a thought when an organization is still grappling with the survival of its membership.

Women sorting "green" coffee beans at a cooperative.

The largest issue for any farmer I have spoken to in Ethiopia is access to water. As one told me, “Water is life, we spend much of the day looking for water. In fact, women sometimes give birth next to the well while they wait for their turn to get water for their family.”  This need for water is evident when anyone walks through a community with an empty water bottle. Children quickly approach you for even just a container to carry water.

Solutions to these problems are not found in foreign minds. As the manager of Homa Cooperative, the co-op that grows some of our Yirgacheffe coffee states, “You cannot provide our solutions, only we can. Our general assembly determines our priorities. Your role is to buy more fair trade coffee and provide us with a premium.” Fair trade is the best alternative in the global coffee system. But, it is not nearly enough.

Higher Grounds believes that while we continue to push for a higher price to growers we must also bring together our community of coffee drinkers to support these communities in Ethiopia struggling to meet their most basic needs. For that reason, On the Ground was formed, a non-profit that works to provide funding for access to water, health care, and education around the world. The first major campaign of On the Ground, the Run Across Ethiopia, was an overwhelming success – raising enough money to fund the construction of three schools. Thanks to many of you reading this, together we are quickly making a difference in the lives of thousands of children in the coffee growing regions of Ethiopia. Such a campaign has never been realized with an audacious amount of support from nearly a thousand individuals throughout the U.S.

While all our activity to date has been an overwhelming success, it is just the first of many steps needed to bring real lasting change to our coffee growing partners. Through your continued support of Higher Grounds and On the Ground, we will walk down that path toward sustainability and be sure to bring you along the way while you enjoy an amazing cup of coffee. With each sip, you can be sure we are busy running toward a better world for all players in the coffee industry.http://www.highergroundstrading.com/

Chris Treter is President/CEO of Higher Grounds Trading Company in Traverse City, Michigan and founder of On The Ground.

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POST BY DAN ZEMPER

Wednesday January 26, 2011

Everywhere, people. Smiles, always smiles. A beautiful people, with a warm and welcoming charisma. It took me no time at all to come to admire the Ethiopian people in so many ways. I wouldn’t care to live their lives, and I don’t want to romanticize that they have a good life.

Mamoosh, our team medic.

Look up the facts and you’ll learn otherwise. Still through all of this, these are wonderful people and I can’t remember ever feeling so welcome no matter where I was. I would have liked to have been able to visit a national park and seen the animals that we associate with Africa. They are there, but I saw little of them on this trip. What I take away from this is the experience of the people. It is just what I needed, and at just the right time. My faith renewed in the potential of man. We all felt it, the others on the trip made a wonderful crew and I feel fortunate to have been able to spend this time with them. I did not know any of my compatriots on this trip beforehand. Now I have a whole new set of friends, and I am glad for them. I hope to have contact with them in the future.

Claire, celebrating with the crowds in Hase Gola.

The people of Ethiopia have made the true, and lasting impression on me. I and the others felt absolutely overwhelmed at the out-pouring for us during the first big celebration. People by the thousands, most having trekked for two to three hours. All coming over the paths from their own villages to celebrate and thank us with such joy and fervor. This was an experience of being dropped into the middle of a 3D National Geographic documentary, feeling the heat, excitement, and intense joy that they gave so freely. I felt small, crushed by the enormity bearing down on me. I felt reborn as we then celebrated it together. All of us were overwhelmed, none of us felt worthy of their outpouring. I had regularly enjoyed Ethiopian Yirgacheffe coffee prior to this trip. I’m glad that I had bought it in fair-trade form and often it was from Higher Grounds Coffee. Now though, it will never be the same. Every time I have a cup, I will see the growers, the smiles, the wonderment in the eyes, feel the handshakes and embraces. I’ll remember the dancing with the choir while in the center of a huge crowd, and I’ll never forget Mamoosh in his ecstasy.

Mamoosh being greeted in Hase Gola

Dan finally getting to run with the team.

Each of us takes away a different experience. For me the personal growth came from the healing that I experienced. I left home with a void, I have returned with a renewed hope. I have never before experienced the caring that these people demonstrate for each other. I regularly profess it in my method of coaching, now I have experienced it, felt the caring and love… for me. Beyond what I have known before, and coming from these people whom only new me for a matter of days. I have never felt so embraced. The intensity of it in the end was difficult to endure as we had to say our goodbyes and thank yous, knowing that we likely would never see each other again. I promised never to forget them and they were truly sad to see us go.

I felt a sense of urgency in leaving. I was conflicted, still not fully recovered from the illness and ten pounds lighter. I wanted to get on that plane and be gone. I had loved the experience. I cannot thank Chris Treter enough for allowing me the experience, as well as following through on his dream. Few people will accomplish this sort of thing in their lifetime. I count myself as fortunate to have been able to play a part in it and to help it to its completion in any way that I was able. I thank Timothy Young for his patience and guidance, and both he and Bill Palladino for bringing me on board. I thank Hans Voss for lighting a fire. I thank Kristin for reassuring, and inspiring me, without which I may have missed this opportunity. To all of the rest on this trip; I thank you for being friends, I’ve valued this time with all of you. I wish that there had been more time to spend saying our goodbyes at the airport.

Norm Plumstead feeling good.

After finally finding the ticket numbers that seemed to be lost in the computer, (and watching the rest of you who were flying KLM zip through, as I stood in the long line for Ethiopian Airlines) I had a ticket. Special thanks go out to Norm Plumstead for being so gracious and agreeable as to trade places with me in the customs line. Norm was in the front as I was in the back, and the line was a 30 to 40 minute wait at least. So Norm did the wait, twice; and I made my flight- with five minutes to spare.

So glad to be going home, and almost feeling guilty about it. Feeling like I had just finished a marathon, knowing that I might change my http://www.runacrossethiopia.org about ever returning to this country; once I recover. I had a very good talk with the originator of the Tesfa foundation on the last day. I learned what his dreams are for the “team Tesfa”. This is the team that provided the runners who accompanied us all along the way. The runners who by the second day began to call me “coach.” It is them that I find that I have the greatest interest in, and it is because of my interest and efforts as a coach and athlete myself, that I understand their struggle. The dream is attainable, and as I continued to run it through my mind in the countless hours of travel home, I began a plan. I have the seed for putting together an effort that may well help that dream become a reality. In the process; helping these runners that have made such an impression upon my soul, to have a greater opportunity in life. More hope, better education, greater potential. I now have a new mission in attempting to help fulfill another’s efforts. On the journey home and before I landed in Detroit, I already knew that this may not be the last time that I would visit Ethiopia, and once again I may be able to see my friends.

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POST BY DAN ZEMPER (Team Trainer, Coach, And Owner of Zemper Restorative Therapy in Traverse City, Michigan.)

PART ONE OF TWO PARTS

Tuesday January 25, 2011

Well, it’s time for me to attempt stating my impressions from this trip that has just been completed. I knew this time would come, and at the halfway point of the journey, I knew that I would never likely be able to convey what it has meant to me. Still, here in the comfort of my own living room and before I get back to the everyday routine, I’ll try to make my one attempt to recap my experiences.

Forty hours is a long time, and I’ve never traveled that far to one destination in one sitting. I never take the direct route though, so I shouldn’t be too surprised at having to play hop-scotch across Europe on my way to Ethiopia. Once I made it, I found that I had missed an event that I wish I could have been part of. The Entoto mountains above Addis Ababa are where the top runners of the country come to perform long training runs.  I regret missing the opportunity to experience running there with the team. Following a troop of baboons would have been fun as well. Something famously experienced by out team that day.

The short-comings were short lived though.  I was thrown into the whirlwind the next day, as I expected. We began the run and I assumed the role of coach / therapist for our combined team of American and Ethiopian runners. This also included running the crew aboard the support bus. This part of my duties was to make certain that the runners had what they needed at any time, providing the water stops and food stops on the “regular” agreed upon schedule, as best we could. Plus, keeping an eye on them for their safety, as we were usually their only escort along some very busy roads.

The team makes their way southward.

By the second day of the run, my routine fell into waking up between 4 and 5 am, helping with breakfast, then loading the bus, making sure we had the supplies that were needed for each day. We’d then see the runners off for the day, and perform the duties as required throughout the days’ test. All while taking in the scenery as best I could from the windows of the bus. Occasionally I could get out and run as well, and that was a welcome change to be in the open, running in Africa.

After the run was over for the day with temperatures reaching well above what we are used to, we’d reach our hotel. Timothy Young, who so aptly and efficiently ran all of the logistics for the whole program, would find us the best available and affordable. Sometimes that meant a reasonably nice place that would rank on the lowest end of the scale in the states. Other times, well I’ve stayed in some absolute pits in the US, but this was, an experience. I soon learned that coffee and beer are a good combination. The alcohol would calm me after the rush of the day – so far. The coffee would keep me on my feet for the work yet ahead. Before or after dinner I would begin working on those runners that needed help with injuries and aggravations. I’d also oversee and advise on first aid for blisters, etc, that would crop up each day. It’s interesting to think back to those days of working on the runners on motel beds, patios and park benches. I still have to wonder what the people watching might have thought. At the time I wasn’t too concerned. When I could, I would find a place to help the others someplace where I had a view, so that I could take in more of the fine country. Usually by 8 or 9 pm my workday would end, and I would prepare for the next day.

Dan tends to Mary Moore's blisters along a roadside.

So that is how my days went on a regular basis. It was very busy, a literal whirlwind. Challenging, and even though trying at times, I knew all the while that it was rewarding. Unfortunately I became ill the last two days of the run and was unable to be with the team. I felt as though it alienated me, as I was physically unable to do anything, and this was a very physical undertaking. Unfortunately it was at the climactic finale of the whole event and I watched from the sidelines, sick. Fortunately it was at the end and this didn’t happen in the middle of the whole affair when my services and specialties were truly in demand.

When we started out on this escapade; I found myself working against an Ethiopian norm. A laid back outlook on life, where “now” means maybe in the next hour. Anyone who has been coached by me, knows what I think now means. This presented a real challenge from the bus driver to the helpers on the bus, (translator, Ethiopian runners not running that day, driver and his helper). We soon established a rapport, and because they are such a gracious people as a whole, they tolerated me and what I insisted needed to be done, and when. They learned quickly, and to their credit came to understand me better than I likely did them. They learned how to make peanut butter sandwiches, lots of ‘em. We cut up pineapple and oranges on plastic plates balanced on our laps while bouncing and careening along on a moving bus, dodging donkey carts, cattle, goats and people.

Each day the run started with a team member leading a prayer.

At first, the Ethiopians were relatively timid around us, a bit scared they later admitted. Soon we became very good friends with mutual respect for each other. Those on the bus became so proficient that when I went out to join the run the day before I came down with the bug, they would not let anyone else help out in running the operation. They had it, and they knew how to do it. That was so good to see. They had come around to understand the necessity of the timing, the safety concerns, the preparations, and they ran it like clockwork. Made me feel a bit useless in the end as I sat in a hotel room, the self proclaimed “ringmaster of the flying circus”. I worked to recover while they ran the show and did so admirably. I am proud of them, and that isn’t even something that I went there to accomplish. They, being young and inexperienced in this sort of thing, and in many aspects of life in general, stepped up and got the job done when they were needed most. Egga, Finet, Bizuayehu, Meroan, Zinashe, Said; they all did so well, and I wasn’t able to thank them enough for it.

I also want to express thanks to Ann Stanton and Jacob Wheeler. Both journalists who were along to document the whole affair, they jumped right in with helping me on the bus when things were really crazy in the first days. I don’t know if I could have made it through without their very willing help as we worked out the routine early on.

This brings me to my impressions of the trip as a whole. (no really, I haven’t even gotten there yet) The scenery was as expected, dramatic. The countryside is incredibly diverse, and we only saw central and southern Ethiopia. Mountains rising up from flat dusty plains. expansive lakes stretching on for miles and miles, surrounded by seemingly dry landscape. Rolling hills with vistas that would draw you in if you weren’t constantly on the move. Steep hills, twisting narrow roads, false banana, real banana, and coffee plants. A resort on a mountain top, with circular huts / rooms made of bamboo. Absolutely beautiful, and the most luxurious place that we had the pleasure of staying. (two nights, thankfully!) Watching the hyenas come in to feed at sunset, and learning that you can’t leave anything outside because they will eat it. Even your shoes!

My first concert experience with Seth and May was at the campfire at that same resort. (it won’t be the last time that I see them play!) Lush green countryside in the southern realm of mountains. The heat of the Great Rift Valley and all of its’ grandeur. Circular huts all along the way with thatched roofs and stick and mud walls. Block and mud walled buildings with tin roofs as the new upgrades. Livestock highways, sand, bright red soil. Driving – as a whole new adventure. Dodging all of the obstacles, and learning respect of the drivers and their abilities. Watching the local people enjoying music at support stops, seeing the children chasing soap bubbles while squealing with joy over this new experience. Timothy Young aptly put it that he “measures his days in Ethiopia by the number of near-death experiences he has had.” It is very true.

The runners involved in this venture surprised me. Possibly more than anyone, I knew what they were up against. The mileage was formidable, but that was just the beginning. Compound that with the fact that it’s summer time in Ethiopia. Hot can be an understatement. In addition all runs were at between 4ooo and 8500 feet of elevation, the sun is incredibly intense. I didn’t even want to admit what I thought the temperature was.  When asked, I low-balled my response, knowing it was likely ten degrees more. The runners went through sun block almost as much as they did water. Then add the terrain and many other factors, and it’s enough to scare off most any intelligent coach type. Of course, that’s no issue here for these hearty folks.

These ten American runners all had differing levels of fitness and experience. There were those who had never run a marathon distance before, let alone run consecutive thirty-mile days. What I found was that each had prepared themselves in their own way for the task at hand. Each had come to this event knowing that the real emphasis was already completed in having raised the money to build the schools, while attempting to raise the living standard for many people who would be affected by this. Beyond this, they had created for themselves a steely resolve to complete the venture, not even knowing what was in store for them. To create something more for people back home or elsewhere, to follow and learn from. Every mile was unknown, every obstacle a new challenge. All handled with great aplomb. I am very proud for them. I had very real concerns for them at the beginning, and they came through with flying colors, demonstrating what can be done by the individual, and what more can be accomplished as a unified group or team.

Come back tomorrow for Part Two of Dan’s recollection.

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POST BY BILL PALLADINO

Monday January 24th, 2011     Our Final Post… for a while.

“Hear me, four quarters of the world – a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.”
– Black Elk, (1863-1950)

The Flaw of Odysseus

We are at the closing point of this journey.  A year in the making, it is now time to turn our ships homeward.  I want to bring you back to an idea I mentioned last week.  It was in reference to heroes and specifically regarding Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson series, which I’ve been reading over time to my eight year-old friend Sam.  That series, and many of the characters within it, is derived directly from Greek mythology and more precisely Homer’s Odyssey.  Homer’s nearly perfect protagonist, Odysseus, is sent on an incredible adventure spanning years.  One after the other he first seems to seek battles with gods, monsters, and mortals, managing to defeat or outwit them.

Only once does Odysseus falter from his state of grace.  After escaping many villainous characters, and spending seven years imprisoned on an island, he tricks the great Polyphemus by first blinding his one eye then telling the cyclops his name is “Noman.”  The cyclops is bereft as he tells his supporters that he was blinded by “no man.”  Odysseus, as he sails away from Polyphemus’s island, triumphantly shouts back to the giant that “no one can defeat the great Odysseus,” thereby ruining his original illusion.  The result of which was the cyclops’ plea to his father Poseidon to help him, whereby the great god of the sea sentences Odysseus to years of turmoil wandering the oceans.

I tell you this because the one bad trait Odysseus is credited with is “hubris”, that is arrogance and pride.  It would be very easy for us, On The Ground and the Run Across Ethiopia team, to fall victim to this same device.  To look back on our work in Ethiopia and say, “look at us, look at what we’ve done.”  We have taken great pains from the earliest planning of the Run Across Ethiopia journey to avoid such pitfalls of ego.  While we are not without fault, we have taken care to honor the people in Ethiopia first and last.  It is their dreams of education for children we’re trying to make a reality.

There was some worry early on that frankly this might look like a phalanx of white do-gooders running through Africa so they could throw down a big fat check.  We addressed this through comprehensive conversations and partnerships with the organizations, communities, and people this project would impact.  From the Tesfa Foundation taking our own team through hours of cultural immersion, to their Team Tesfa runners being an active component of the event itself, every grueling step of the way.  To Tedesse Meskela’s close relationship with his 800,000 coffee farming families through the Oromia Coffee Farmers Cooperative Union.  Our team of runners didn’t run a protected ribbon of highway through Ethiopia, they ran through and with living communities of the very people we were there to serve.  The team was sent with a mission to be stewards of the trust that our 700 plus donors gifted to them.  As our team left the U.S. en route to Ethiopia in early January they were asked simply to “be well, travel safe, and come home changed in some way.”

Homer himself would ask no more from his heroes.  It is assumed that the Odyssey was not intended to be read, rather scholars seem to agree it was likely designed to be spoken from memory by the bards of the day.  Even here we strike some resemblance to Homer’s classic in sending our own modern day bards Seth Bernard and May Erlewine along on the trip.  They, along with our filmmakers & journalists, were asked to experience, catalog, and record the journey so that it might live on beyond the event itself.  We hope in the coming months to bring you this odyssey, the Run Across Ethiopia quest, so that you might experience, learn from, and allow yourself to be changed in some way too.

The posts from the team have diminished to very few.  Chris Treter left a beautiful tribute to our team medic Mamoosh on our blog.  Please click this link to see it. http://onthegroundtc.org/2011/01/24/bizuayehu-sees-all-things/

And last night most of our team made it home safely to airports and homes around the U.S.  Many of them returned to Traverse City.  We’re very happy they have made it back home to their families and loved ones.  Two of the last to arrive were filmmakers James and Jamaica.  And that reminds me that they are still seeking funding to allow them to complete their documentary of this journey.  Please click this image or the following link to view their Kickstarter project online. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/weston/run-across-ethiopia-feature-film

We find ourselves conflicted now, pushed home by the winds of our own circumstance, having to leave behind the many friends and relationships we’ve made along the way.  I thank you for spending this past three weeks with us exploring this place half a world away.  Sometime later in 2011 On The Ground will likely launch another ambitious endeavor.  If you’d like to be part of that, and hear more as new plans develop, please stay subscribed to this newsletter.  If your quota for vicarious adventure is filled, feel free to unsubscribe using the link at the bottom of this page.

Here’s a final quote from Norman Cousins -
“The new education must be less concerned with sophistication than compassion. It must recognize the hazards of tribalism. It must teach man the most difficult lesson of all—to look at someone anywhere in the world and be able to see the image of himself. The old emphasis upon superficial differences that separate peoples must give way to education for citizenship in the human community. With such an education and with such self-understanding, it is possible that some nation or people may come forward with the vital inspiration that men need no less than food. Leadership on this higher level does not require mountains of gold or thundering propaganda. It is concerned with human destiny. Human destiny is the issue. People will respond.”

To read full-length stories posted by our RAE Team members please visit our blog pages athttp://www.onthegroundtc.org

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POST BY JAMAICA LYNNE WESTON

Sunday January 23, 2011

Sitting at our favorite eatery, ironicly named Chicago, the smell of Addis fills my nose as the traditional music constantly sings in the background. I’ll miss the flavor of the buna (coffee) and especially the appreciation of the time it takes for it to arrive at our table; I suppose I’ll miss the laid back time schedule then as well.

It’s funny how quickly it is for a human to adapt to a completely new sourrounding, but how hard it is to leave. Although we have been there from the 6 am PB&J’s to the 11 pm St. George sessions, I don’t feel like I have completley experienced everything that we’ve seen, I’ve only reacted to it. Through the lens it is easy to capture, but not easy to fully be in every moment.

Injera Colorful Staple of Ethiopia

This makes the journey home hard as I treasure the moments I did spend immersed in experience and experience only.  The connections I had with people and the friends I made along the way provided those opportunities to take, in gulps, the culture I had been witnessing.  Now all that remains are the remnants of Western shock in which I didn’t really find myself missing; well, occasionally it http://www.runacrossethiopia.org missed when I forgot to bring toilet paper with me.  I suppose I feel overwhelmed with the fact that I have a closet full of clothes or a home with more than 1 room, but more than anything, what I think I’ll take with me is not at all what I expected.  Sure I am more appreciative about the opportunities and freedom back home, which I assumed would be the overall moral of my trip, yet what I really learned in the womb of Mother Africa was myself.  To go somewhere foreign and learn to survive in a different way shook my core and made me question one thing in particular: happiness.  What is it that makes one happy?  I saw many children in the most impoverished situations with the brightest spirits and biggest smiles that I have never seen.  So you could say I was shaken by my own core and am now on a new trip, to find the key to the city center of my own happiness.

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POST BY MATT DESMOND

Saturday January 22, 2011 – On the Way Home

No need for alarm clocks in Ethiopia: We have been awoken every morning some time around 5 a.m. (I never checked my watch for the exact time) by the loudspeakers mounted on each town’s Orthodox Christian church. I haven’t been able to understand the words, of course, but they have the unmistakable rhythm of biblical verse and prayer. Not to be outdone, the local mosques also fire up their loudspeakers five to 10 minutes after the Christians start theirs. “Ahhlllaaaaah,” followed by more indecipherable verse, rings through every dark morning either just louder or just quieter than the other, depending on location relative to mosque and church.

Each morning, these competing calls to prayer have reminded us that we are a stone’s throw away from the birthplace of the world’s major monotheistic religions and surrounded by countries victimized by militant religious extremism. Fortunately and perhaps surprisingly, Ethiopia, which is roughly half Islamic and half Christian (yet also has a small Jewish population), has largely escaped the deadly strife that has so defined Islamo-Christian relations in recent years.

A couple hundred years after Ethiopia’s then emperor declared his country Christian—this was before Constantine’s famous conversion and similar proclamation in 313 AD—Mohammed began preaching a new one-god religion in present day Saudi Arabia, a ways north and across the Red Sea from Ethiopia. Some of Mohammed’s fellow tribesmen didn’t like what he was saying and forced him to look for refuge in a town called Mecca. When trouble started brewing there, he moved on to a new refuge, later name Medina. Still fearing for the safety of his family, Mohammed sent a daughter and a few followers south to a land ruled by a king that also adhered to a one-god religion, hoping that the shared concept would lead to protection.

Mohammed was correct: the king not only granted his daughter protection, he also gave the group of foreigners a plot of land to settle. In gratitude, Mohammed commanded that Muslims never attack the Christians of Ethiopia unless attacked first. That has led to a largely, though not entirely, peaceful coexistence between the two religions throughout the ages.

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Matt is now on his way home from Ethiopia.  www.runacrossethiopia.org

POST BY STELLA YOUNG

January 19th, 2011

I would just like to explain yesterdays crowds when we went to the community.  When we first got there people were lined up on the side of this dirt track,I felt like I was in a parade , people were cheering, singing, and dancing.  Then they brought us to a field were they brought us the actual desks that they the might actually sit in at the new  school.  At first in the field a person from the community was talking to us about how grateful they were that we were here.  A man named Tedesse translated what the man was saying.  Then Chris got up and talked for a little bit then my dad got up  and spoke.  After that they took us into a school room and fed us beef with rolls,the cow that we ate was killed and prepared that morning and was very tasty.

But before we ate I felt like i was in a circus because I started doing cartwheels in front of some kids, then more kids came then more came.  I did a few cartwheels then a few kids started doing their own tricks, like walking on their hands, then a few kids tried to doing cartwheels.  Kind of going back to the field part, there were kids in the trees, like high in the trees.  While I as doing cartwheels a teenage boy came up and kicked a donkey because they thought the donkey was to close to me , but I didn’t think it was very funny.

Sincerely

Stella

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POST FROM HANS VOSS – (And it’s about time!)

Wednesday January 19th, 2011

I write the message below from me to you, my friends and networks, and anyone who is interested in one guy’s view of this outrageous expedition for cause.

Dan and Hans

Dan Zemper works on Hans' injured leg

Today, after ten days of running, we arrived in Yirgacheffe, our penultimate destination on the Run Across Ethiopia. There is a real sense of accomplishment shared by the 16 runners (ten Americans and six Ethiopians). We’ve come a long way together and have overcome some real challenges. It’s a momentous point in this rugged journey. Other than a short 10K run tomorrow, we are basically done. After more than a year of visioning, planning, fundraising, training, and then actually nailing the 10 days of running, we are are here, we’ve done it. Yes, there’s jubilation and celebration, but for me at least, this is a chance to reflect on what we’ve experienced and the lessons to be learned.

First, running 240 miles in 10 days, no matter how outrageous it may seem, is totally doable. I am no big time athlete. Most of us on this team are just regular folks. We just brought a little extra vision and a commitment to pushing our bodies beyond conventional limits.

The Team on the road to Yirgacheffe

For me this expedition has been especially wonderful because my wife Maureen and two daughters, Aiden and Lucy, were able to join the RAE team on day six of the run. They’ve shared the same experiences connecting with the wonderful Ethiopian people, had the same chances to witness the magical African landscape, and they’ve even logged considerable day to day miles running with the team. This afternoon, after we arrived in Yirgacheffe, my daughters gave me big hugs and sincere congratulations. What I told them was that this run – in fact this whole effort to raise funds to build schools and support children in Ethiopia — is an example that anything is possible. What sounded impossible (crazy? unattainable?) is now done. We did it; one step at a time, one day at a time, with our eyes on the destination and our focus in the moment. I told my kids that this is just one small example that if you put your mind to something, no matter how daunting, you can do it. And I sincerely believe it to be true. It’s a notion that I’ve tried to incorporate in my life for some time now, but I have to say that this is one of the more powerful testaments to that principle I have ever been a part of.

The biggest lessons though have come from the Ethiopian people. They are so warm, kind, and genuine. Glowing smiles. Pure joy. So many Ethiopians have cheered us on. There’s nothing better than when we run by a small hut in the countryside, those inside notice our presence, and then bolt out with arms waving, eyes wide open, and love in their hearts.

Yesterday, we visited the community where construction has begun on one of the schools the RAE donors have made possible. It was as powerful a human experience as I have ever had: the gratitude of about a few thousand people flowing endlessly toward us. 10 runners, a number of crucial role players, and over 700 donors have made a huge impact for thousands of people in this community — and all they wanted to say was thank you.

As I watched their faces, I was struck with how we are much more alike than we are different. Just like us, they  work hard, do what they  can for their children, contribute to their community. It does not matter how much we own or how much money we make, what ties us together – what makes us human – is something much more important than that. Frankly, I am not sure exactly what that is, but I know it has something to do with our how we reach out to each other with love, no matter how different our cultures may be. That love binds us together. That love is something I believe in.

Voss Equip LogoVoss Equipment is one of the financial sponsors of this run. Voss Equipment is a forklift company that my grandfather, an immigrant from Holland started in the 1930′s, just after the depression.  My father dedicated his career to this business and my brother is now the CEO. I raise it because in some respects this business embodies my family story. It just so happened that I was born into a family that was just one generation removed from Holland. My grandfather and father worked hard to build a business that created real economic opportunity for me. They carved out their piece of the American Dream. Now, here I am in Ethiopia. Voss Equipment is proudly printed on the back of the the official RAE shirts, the same shirts worn by six Ethiopian runners whose family history could not be more different than mine. The same six runners with whom, I’ve struggled with, sweated with, and celebrated with. The same six runners who have shown nothing but kindness and support from day one. It’s the same lesson: no matter how far apart we may seem  – and how different our backgrounds are — we are connected as brothers and sisters on this planet. You just have to see it.

The Run Across Ethiopia is an outrageous success. To all the wonderful people who made this happen, I want to say “thank you” and I want you to know that your involvement is making a real difference in the lives of thousands of people.

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POST BY JACOB WHEELER – Glen Arbor Sun

Monday January 17th, 2011

Imagine that you’re a poor farmer in the Sidamo region of southern Ethiopia — an African herdsman — living in a mud hut by the side of the road. Imagine that you walk out your doorway into the sunlight one morning, and there at 7 a.m., a bunch of “ferenges” (“foreigners” in Amharic, probably derived from “Frenchies”) in skimpy running shorts are laying there on the grass, stretching. Imagine, too, that a couple white musicians are playing guitars and singing. You think, what on Earth! This scene has likely never happened before in such a remote part of East Africa.

But that’s just what form the Run Across Ethiopia took on Day 9. Earthworks musicians Seth Bernard and May Erlewine joined the team for today’s 16-mile run, which took us into the Yirgachefe coffee region, and a mere 36 miles from our ultimate destination on Thursday. At every water and food stop along the road, Seth and May lit up the crowds of villagers and children, who clapped, danced, and engaged in the sort of cross-cultural love and understanding that music knows best. At one point, RAE harrier Nigel Willerton requested a Beatles tune as he jogged by without stopping. Seth played “All we need is love”, and out of the crowd hobbled a weary old man carrying a massive rolled-up animal skin over his shoulder. He began hopping up and down and dancing to the song.

View videos below of Seth and May’s roadside performances, and other clips from Day 9 of the Run Across Ethiopia. 214 miles in the books. Just 36 to go!

The power of music in a village.

And even on a roadside during a short break Seth & May attract a crowd… and that leather peddler.  All you need is love… and a huge roll of leather.

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POST BY AMALIA FERNAND

Sunday January 16th, 2011

Sitting underneath a tree of black and white colobus monkeys, I wonder what they think of my computer.  Leaf eaters, they spend much of their day chilling, eating, and digesting.  Their behavior is much different than the other monkeys that we have encountered in Ethiopia, the Grivet monkeys.  After leaving the bustling capital, Addis Ababa, to wind our way south through farmlands, villages and the occasional camel herd, we arrived at a hotel with  thriving population of begger Grivet monkeys.  Savannah monkeys, they are usually dependent on Acacia seeds and flowers, but at this hotel they have become obsessed with human food.  They stole it off the tables and out of bags and rooms and they apparently have a thing for undergarments.  Mamas with babies perched behind us at breakfast and pattering feet ran across the roof in the morning.

The hotel was located on Lake Owassa, a volcanically formed lake in the Rift Valley.  There we met up with the Run Across Ethiopia team of both U.S. and Ethiopian runners, reporters, medical support, drivers, musicians, videographers, and translators.  Seth Bernard and May Erlewine played a concert that night at a local restaurant and local Ethiopian musicians finished off the show.

Early the next morning, the first rays of the rising sun fell over the lake as I greeted the day surrounded by water birds and grivet monkeys and was so grateful to be out of the city.  We took a small boat out on the lake to search for hippos and witnessed the immensity of the second largest land mammal in Africa, weighing up to 7,000 pounds at over 12 feet long!  Hippos are hairless and their sensitive skin burns easily, so they spend their days wallowing in shallow water, socializing and digesting and they spend nights on land eating grass,  Their territorial nature makes them one of the most dangerous animals in Africa.  A large adult make can have lower canines above the gum at 18″ and lower incisors at 10.”  The hippos looked at us, they snorted, and they went on with their wallowing, giant eyes full of power, resting just above the water,

The Awassa Children’s House is home to 45 children aged 6-16:  http://awassachildrenscenter.org/#/who-we-are/4539259833

They are orphans and street children whom are given a safe place to live and an education.  I brought my Nature Explorers suitcase and spent an afternoon with these loving children.  Armed with magnifying glasses and binoculars, we explored their campus as we collected leaves for leaf rubbing posters,  We created leopard and Gelada baboon masks and the children were extremely diligent and creative workers.  The joy, the smiles, the laughter, the appreciation, the excitement, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Today, I joined the run and was moved by the happiness that we brought to many hundreds of children merely by our presence.  The runners finished mile 198 today and I joined them in running through small villages and coffee plantations for a few of those miles.  I also traveled by the bus that stays close by the group and stops to supply water and food breaks.  On these occasions, the people came running to gather, to stare, watchfully, expectantly, curiously.  I blew bubbles for the children and to witness the universal reaction of a child to a bubble reminds me that everywhere, people are just people.  They jumped, they laughed, they chased, they loved, and I only wish that I could do so much more, bring them so much more, give them so much more.  And then I look around and I realize that I am.  This entire event is for them, for their education, to increase their standard of living, to give them a chance at a healthy life.  Most of them do not understand this right now, and they may never.  I only wish that we could spend more time with them instead of quickly moving through each village.  I wish that we could explain that the reason we are here is for them and that there are so many people out there who have donated time, money, and a piece of their hearts for this cause.

The last 2 nights we have stayed in the coffee growing region set amongst beautiful wooded hlllsides,  Each night, the second largest carnivore in Africa, the hyena,  came up to eat the food scraps and show herself.  Seth and May have been writing and tonight they shared some of their songs by the fire.  The moon reflects over the mountains and valleys of coffee plants in this region and I feel so thankful to be a part of this team and this amazing experience.

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