Ethiopian Airlines launches flights to Liberia’s capital Monrovia
Ethiopian Airlines has launched flights to Liberia, according to Chief Operations Officer Tewolde Gebremariam.
“By providing more options for travel from Monrovia, we hope to contribute to the Liberian economy and at the same time introduce Ethiopian’s famous hospitality to the people of Monrovia,” Ato Tewolde told reporters.
Ethiopian Airlines will serve Monrovia with three flights a week on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays from Addis Ababa, returning to Addis Ababa on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
The new service will link Monrovia to cities throughout Asia and the Middle East, including Dubai, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Delhi, Beijing and Guangzhou, via EAL’s hub in Addis Ababa.
The new service to Monrovia will bring Ethiopian’s total destinations in Africa to 36 and to 57 worldwide. Tewolde GebreMariam, COO of Ethiopian Airlines, said “Ethiopian’s new flights from Monrovia are a testament to our confidence in Africa. By providing more options for travel from Monrovia, we hope to contribute to the Liberian economy and at the same time introduce Ethiopian’s famous hospitality to the people of Monrovia.”
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Dave
23 Nov 09 at 2:57 pm
Could this be yet another undiscovered route for the drug smuggling out of Africa!!!!
Bernard Pollack
24 Nov 09 at 11:43 am
The bus between Nairobi, Kenya and Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania, leaves at 5:30 in the morning – and takes fourteen hours. Kampala Coaches claims on their website to provide a safe, comfortable, and worry-free journey. Their mission is “to exceed customer expectations, all the time and everytime,” and their vision is to “provide unparalleled services.”
We arrived at the bus station at 4:30am—as instructed by the agent we called—to make sure we had a seat. Like most of the bus stations we’ve visited from New York to Nairobi, this one was in one of the shadier areas of town. By 6:00am the bus hadn’t arrived. At 7:00am we were still waiting. Finally, at 8:00am the bus pulls out of their tiny Nairobi office. We’d pulled an all nighter the evening before, thinking we’d be able to sleep during the bus ride.
When the bus arrives it is crammed full with people continuing on to Dar from Kampala, Uganda. We’re forced to squeeze into two seats in the very back of the bus, with people on either side of us.
The whole ride was a comedy of painful experiences — a nearly 350 pound women sat next to us, the odor of people who had traveled all night hung in the air like a fog, we couldn’t recline our seats and there was almost zero leg room. Welcome to traveling in Africa, we thought to ourselves.
Soon, the coaches staff realized they wouldn’t be able to fit all the luggage under the bus, so they decided to pack the entire middle aisle with bags stacked on top of eachother. Keep in mind that we were in the back of the bus and the luggage prevented any sort of escape route if we should crash.
And just when we thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. The driver drove so erratically that we later thought he must have been drunk, stoned, or completely insane. Danielle thought cocaine, I voted for alcohol. The bus was flying over the unpaved roads and because we were sitting behind the back wheels we felt every single bump and wild turn of the wheel. At times, the bus was airborn as it flew over bumps and up and down hills. Both of us were jolted out of our seats on several occasions.
We begged them to stop — just to let us use the bathroom — about four hours into the journey. Bernie had to tell the staff that Danielle was pregnant (she’s not) to get them to stop. When they pulled off the side of the highway, they told her to just “walk behind the bus”—where any passing cars could see.
After that, we’d finally had it.
When the bus stopped in Arusha, Tanzania (the first feasible destination for us) about seven hours into the journey, we just got off. Enough was enough.
Kampala Coaches is one dirty, dangerous, disaster…