Djibouti

In our imagination, Djibouti has a perfume of adventure, of danger and hot sand. Rimbaud, Monfreid, Kessel, Londres and Gary, many of them spent parts of their life on those shores. The grounds are set for lyrical chants : feathered feet travellers, pirates and slave merchants, fierce camel herders, indigenous beauties with an absent stare, telluric energy and obsessive heat... The reality is somewhat less exotic. Today, the caravans grouped in the wadi or the Dhows leaving for Aden transport more video players and video tapes than salt from the lake of Assal. And train attacks by armed gangs don't happen any more. Farewell fantasies, farewell tropics ! We are left with the leisures you would be wrong to deprive yourself of : underwater diving, big game fishing, wind carts, cruises in
4 x 4 or camel rides escorting the salt caravans. And who knows, the adventure could be at the end of the path.