djibouti
ask someone where djibouti is, and most likely, you will get a blank stare; unless you’re a french legionnaire, it’s likely you won’t ever get to this stunning place, and that’s a shame: for here is where some of the most dramatic plate tectonics are at work, literally ripping the continent in two, right beneath your feet; djibouti is africa's iceland, and with whale sharks and other sealife in abundance here, this small slice of the horn packs alot of wow.
don’t miss:
lac abbe & lac assal, both are mesmerizing, totall undrinkable and blinding white;
tadjoura, where arthur rimbaud lived and where the salt caravans leave from;
scuba diving the gulf of demons, where jacques cousteau explored;
the friday ‘scene’ at the moucha islands, where a little piece of france is created each week by the countries small expatriate community
food:
poisson Yemenite: a grilled fish drizzled in honey and served on flatbread;
chat, the potent leaves that leave most of the population high and listless
give it a miss:
djibouti town, dull, sullen, and dusty
don’t even think about:
drinking less than two liters of water a day;
visit during the summer months if you don’t like the heat