At the moment we arrived back in Hargeisa from our weekend in Berbera, the first rains of the season came, and though the downpour lasted no more than 30 minutes, the streets were instantly flooded. When the rain subsided, people … Continue reading
I went to police headquarters to get my magic letter allowing me to travel back to Berbera without a guard and when I had it in my hand, I asked about Gabor, the Hungarian who was plucked by the police … Continue reading
There’s a lot to write about: a travel friend has been arrested or detained, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the concept of Somaliland, and I have been playing ping pong and eating camel burgers with a bunch … Continue reading
My bag is too heavy for the desert heat of the east so I’m shedding clothes faster than at a summer camp in Sweden. Feels good to be lighter, but for some reason I brought white pants to Africa, which … Continue reading
I like embassies. I’m not crazy about running around town trying to find embassies or paying for visas, but it’s an interesting introduction that is usually representative of traveling in the country. There is a North Korean embassy I might … Continue reading
