Djibouti City

Flying into Djibouti Airport was like flying into the World of Mad Max. Everywhere you looked the landscape was dry and there were hundreds of broken down cars, planes and other vehicles resting around the airport.

All I had heard about Djibouti from before was that it was expensive and unfriendly, which compared to its neighboring countries I would say is true. People, even the well dressed were asking for money more than I have experienced before. When I sat down next to a guy and refused to give him money he told me to get away and explained to me that if I was able to go all the way to his country I should be able to give him some money as well. I also walked into the train semetary at the old railway station but was told to leave when I didn’t want to give the people there money.

My mind was downward spiraling with these acts of unfriendliness until later that evening when I was blowing up my air mattress to sleep on the beach. From the other side of the beach came some semi drunk locals to offer me a drink and ask what I was up to. After we together had emptied their bottle of gin mixed with water one of them told me that the beach would not be safe and offered me to stay in his boat which was close by. Half an hour later I had pitched my tent on top of the boat and was looking at the stars thinking how much meeting some nice people meant to me at that moment. The second night I also met a nice security guard on a construction site who let me camp close to him for safety.

There wasn’t much to do in Djibouti City except for drinking tea, eating baguettes and hanging out at the beach. There were no beautiful buildings, monuments, museum etc like I would expect and the three days here in the City have already been too much. I was ready to start using Djibouti as a synonym for butt (dji-booty) because of the disappointing experience I had, but that was just until I randomly met a traveler I had been following the last months in East Africa so that my path drastically changed. Instead of taking the afternoon flight I had booked to Ethiopia I decided to join him to Lay Assal and then to Somaliand which I will write more about in my next posts.

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