Naples Italy, the next pillar over (cut out of pic) says "Zona Fumatori" or Smoking Zone
It's almost midnight and I woke up, couldn't fall back asleep so now is a good time to continue writing. The flight coming over here was long and boring. Ireland had a lot of cool stuff we could buy and I want to grab some crazy liquor for display on the way back. Italy had a little food mart type place but nothing else. Greece was a room... A boring room we couldn't leave until they finished fueling the plane. Bahrain... Wow, walked off the plane and it was so humid and hot that I had a hard time breathing. Before I made it to the terminal I was dripping wet. Finally we landed in Djibouti.
Djibouti's airport is no bigger than a McDonalds, in fact it was difficult to squeeze the 30 or so of us into the terminal. One of the things I realized was that you get so busy trying to go through customs and get your baggage, that you don't take in the sights.
We got to the base, unloaded, did a quick in brief and stood around waiting for our stuff to arrive. It was probably about 4 or 5 am. Our stuff didn't arrive until about 7am.
Piper, the guy I came with (my battle buddy) and I still had no clue what we were doing over here, or who to talk to to find out. Shit, we didn't even know where our tents were or anything.
By noon we had everything figured out. My tent is pretty decent. I have something like an 8x8 foot square section to myself. I have a bunk bed, a wall locker and a foot locker. I share the tent with about 20 others.
Laying in my bunk, bored.
It's a bit weird being in a joint unit... I don't know Navy, Army or Marine ranks for shit.. I know - shame on me.
The food is excellent. I ate Pizza and chicken nuggets for lunch with a gatorade. After that I went back to my tent and crashed. I missed dinner. Did I mention it's fucking hot? Mind wandering, exhaustion setting in...
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