48 Hours in Djibouti
August 1st 2005 X tells me “Djibouti” is French for “tiny, expensive, hot, steaming pile”. I admire conciseness in a language.
Night. Somewhere in the desert between Hargeisa and Djibouti. A couple of huts selling food. I am in full power-saving mode, stretched out on the tarp with my daypack under my head, eyes tightly shut and not a single muscle moving, even though I know there’s no time to sleep
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