from Mogadishu with love

Of all my trips to Mogadishu, this was the least eventful. There were dancers like those who received me in Garowe, no running across the terminal like the last time I was there.

That said, however, I took a picture in a restricted street. The guard saw and almost ate me and my phone whole. We, that is, I and my colleagues from Somalia were able to convince him there was no ill intent. We deleted the one picture and I was left to go on with my business. Mental note: no taking photos left and right.

There was an explosion near my hotel. No, I wasn’t hurt.

I like the mosque coming up in the foreground

I think this was dusk at the beach

how not to take a picture

who would have thought the beach is this full of life

no good travel blog ends without food

view from somewhere to the airport

here is where to buy your tickets

tuk tuks are everywhere