Once I had a plan in mind I ventured out to see all of the sites Djibouti doesn’t have. I passed a building called the People’s Palace (exhibition/convention center) but not a person was around.
Children were much more open to photos
Vice City: Khat, Coke and Tobacco
These guys were sitting here relaxing each and every time I passed (seemed common)
A gift from China in 1984
Memorial highlighting the freedom and liberation of the Djiboutian people
Along the Boulevard de la Republique I encountered two churches. Christians account for only 6% of the population (2% if you exclude Ethiopians and other ethnicities) in this Muslim dominant nation. Even though Islam is the official State religion, religious freedom doesn’t seem to be an issue in Djibouti. I continued north toward the beach and as I took a photo of some people (who asked to have their photo taken) a car drove past me and got my attention. He asked to see my photos and said these are bad. You can’t take them. (Oddly he really disliked a flag and goat photo, but didn’t comment on an airport and license plate photo) I agreed to stop taking photos and went on my way, but again I was irked and considered this another strike on my already stressful visit. Luckily there isn’t all that much to see, but I did pass up some photo opportunities throughout the afternoon. Strangely locals really were eager to have me take their photo or they asked if I was a journalist with a menacing scowl.
Djibouti (and Somalia)
Greek Orthodox Church of Djibouti
Cathédrale Notre-Dame du Bon-Pasteur de Djibouti was dedicated in 1964
Tokyo Roundabout
The shore was absolutely repulsive in both smell and appearance so I quickly moved along
Maybe a bit worse than most, but taxis were not in great shape in Djibouti
Hop aboard
This may have been the photo that attracted some attention from the photo militia
It turns out the free press rating for Djibouti is in the bottom 10% and the BBC has been expelled from the country. The paranoia of a country with exclusively state run media was now starting to make sense. I walked toward the Kempinski and passed a beach before deciding it was way too hot to keep walking. On the way back I passed the National Assembly and snuck a photo as it was the nicest building in the city by far.
Small public beach on the Gulf of Tadjoura
Kempinski, One of two high end western hotel chains in Djibouti, the other being the Sheraton, but are both rather removed from the city itself
Alcohol is not banned, but not particularly common to see throughout the city
Regular corner convenience stands
Khat vendor
National Assembly
After a break from the sun I ventured out again around dusk and the streets were lively with tons of khat sellers. I found a Yemeni fish restaurant on google and decided to check that out. For 1500 franc it didn’t disappoint. I picked out the fish I wanted and it was prepared and delivered right to me. Day one in Djibouti hadn’t gone as planned and day two still remained largely unplanned when I finally made it to bed. But not before a long overdue hot shower!
Moukbasa National
The menu!
Sanitation optional
The end result was top notch however
Followed up with a banana and honey pudding known as Masoub
The streets were pretty dark and I was a bit paranoid about photography
But I needn’t worry with NM looking over me
Everyone wanted a photo
Much better conclusion to the day than I expected