Stories from Mogadishu

In the last few months, my most interesting experiences have had to do with Somalia. For most people, interesting would not be used to describe Somalia. Maybe I have a dry sense of humour or I need interesting things in my life since I find Somalia quite interesting.

You see, I was back again in Mogadishu and for some reason the guys at immigration were not sure I should be allowed in and took two hours to make this decision. And even then, forgot to stamp my passport and so for about 30 minutes, I was an undocumented alien in Mogadishu.

The insecurity situation in Somalia should end. We spent two days in Mogadishu because we couldn’t find a flight that would take us 90km out. A 18 fucking minutes flight. Next time I will strike a deal with AMISOM to give me a ride in their tanks. Keep it here for future stories.

So we were in this plane where I think the wear a seatbelt is a mockery. Either there were no seatbelts or there were many of us and so no one bothered with them. Good interesting life..

What I find annoying is dealing with uncertainty. And no, it has nothing to do with security. I have before mentioned their concept of time. So imagine a situation when you can’t tell that a scheduled flight will actually be available. I was in a situation like this for two days and eventually flew to a beautiful green town which was wet and hot or is it hot and wet.

Anyway, I am back to NBI, where unless the clueless governor does something stupid, which is his wont, then life is pretty much regular.