Like Burao, Sheekh and Erigavo it was badly damaged, as bombed out buildings and sunken ships still show, in the civil war in the late 80s between Somaliland and the central government before Somalia finally disintegrated into an ever changing factional kaleidoscope. It also has a massive forest of African flowers - that's what Hussein calls the millions of discarded blue, pink and yellow plastic bags playing in the wind, flapping vigorously from the branches of trees or swarming in a mass assault over the bushes.
|Waterfront with garbage|
|O Flower of Africa|
|Yet more flowers|
|A 'field of flowers'|
|Sea front near Berbera|
|Road rises to the central plateau|
|Looking down from the heights|
All the women are head-scarved with billowing robes, quite a few of them fully veiled as well. We stop in a little village to drink tea and watch the clearly affectionate interplay of siblings with each other - that is except for Mohammed who has nipped into a little shack and is now emerging with his rifle slung over one shoulder and a fistful of qat in his hand. Here's hoping he doesn't get too euphoric with his freaking gun.
|Road to Erigavo|
|Termites take over tree|
|Lurking grey baboons|