located at the end of town. When we entered there were two
floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with brown paper 1kg bags of ground
Harar coffee. They took one of the bags off the shelf, opened it up,
pulled out a plastic bag to open and let us smell the pure Harar coffee.
Led further into the compound to the back, we were shown the roasting
machine. One of the men who worked there explained the operation of the
machine in English that I managed to reconstruct in my head for it to be
understandable. Then he showed us the grinding machine which would give
the bean a medium finish. I asked if they had any whole beans, if
possible in a 500g bag, but they wouldn't have any until the afternoon.
I thanked them and decided to just have some coffee after lunch and
Dereje and I headed back to the car.
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