I haven't had the urge to write in a while. In fact I'm not in the mood now. Djibouti city is madness - people mobbing you trying to sell stuff, unwilling to accept no for an answer. They will follow you for hours begging. Their souvenirs are expensive, yet cheaply made. The people are unrelenting. If you are white skinned they will poke and prod all day wanting you to come see their shop, buy something, or begging for money. They are all high on Khat (an opiate chew) and they drive like absolute fucking nutcases. It's interesting to see but it's very unwelcoming. I will probably only go into the city once more for souvenirs, but I have no urge to go get robbed.
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