Poverty to the Extreme
Trip Start
Jul 06, 2010
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Trip End
Dec 23, 2010
Can you imagine waiting on the side of a warship just to pull in to one of the first countries you've ever been to, but at five miles away you can already smell camel dung? I don't need to imagine, because that's exactly what it was.
At first, it was understandable because there were camel farms all around the coast by where we were. But when you ride the bus over to the Army base and you happen to see wild camels and people living in open fields and hanging out all over the streets, you're left thinking, "What the heck"?
Now I've seen poverty before when I went to Romania, but the wild camels were what really threw me off. I thought the wild dogs in Romania were strange, but we could literally have gone up to any of these camels in Djibouti and no one would have cared.
Those commercials you see about African families living in poverty almost come close to what you'll actually see in Djibouti. What an experience.
At first, it was understandable because there were camel farms all around the coast by where we were. But when you ride the bus over to the Army base and you happen to see wild camels and people living in open fields and hanging out all over the streets, you're left thinking, "What the heck"?
Now I've seen poverty before when I went to Romania, but the wild camels were what really threw me off. I thought the wild dogs in Romania were strange, but we could literally have gone up to any of these camels in Djibouti and no one would have cared.
Those commercials you see about African families living in poverty almost come close to what you'll actually see in Djibouti. What an experience.

