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on s’mores in s’maliland

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Granted, I was looking for an excuse to eat melty, roasted marshmallows. On the record, however, s’mores were a legitimate morale-boosting, Ramadan-welcoming, staff-bonding activity. The lovely Salma managed to find the perfect – perfect! – tools on on her first-ever hunt for roasting sticks. And it only took three… … well, maybe 4 people to finally get the coals burning in the whipping wind of this Hargeisa hilltop. But eventually we were up and running, and ready to roast. The uninitiated had no hesitations, and jumped right in, Spearing their marshmallows and coaxing the perfect golden crust. (A few required a little moral support, considering the complexities of the ideal s’more). But they liked – success! – they liked, or so I guessed, based on the seconds, thirds… er, fourths… and the s’more-inspired smiles all around. Happy Roasting, from Hargeisa!

on window shopping

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In Hargeisa, window shopping takes on a whole new meaning, as vendors of everything from shawarma to juice to potted plants will sidle up to your car, haggle a price, and make a sale. They’ll even offer a tasty sample, to entice the dollars and shillings from your pocket… as curious onlookers consider the scene. Side note: two, large, off-season watermelons cost $20 USD. It wasn’t until we drove away that my colleagues mentioned I could get the same for about $1 USD in a few weeks. Should’ve gone with the papaya…

what’s to eat: camel

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We had a long list of errands to run in Hargeisa, including to the National Bank, the tailor, the office supply store, and the market. To make it through a draining morning, we needed a breakfast fit for kings…er, hardy nomads. We made our way to Boodaale, the sort of down-a-back-alley joint that is full of regulars, locals, and others who know their way around a camel. Before entering through the plastic curtain, I was advised to tuck in a bit, that is to say, tuck my fringe well into my headscarf, to avoid any offending impressions. We climbed our way up to the second floor, and seated ourselves at a rustic wooden table. soon enough, a waiter came with a wide metal bowl and two mugs: camel soup. bits of white, chewy camel hump bobbed in a clear, oily broth. The soup was incredibly rich, the kind of breakfast to get you through to lunch without pause. But that wasn’t all! The main course came soon enough: a platter of camel liver and camel hump with slices …

on henna, and turning 30

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She’s a true artist, free-handing wild, whimsical designs on not one, but four out-stretched arms. she brought in an ipad for musical inspiration, and sang along to the tunes, turning the volume down only slightly when the adhaan sounded through the windows. There was something about her confidence, her self-assurance, as she embraced a new canvas and created in the moment. A finesse that comes with experience, a groundedness, a simplicity of movement that was so impressive, even as she spun delicate designs. In my 30th year, I hope to remain inspired by this scene, this spirit, this act of grace and confident, complex creativity. Happy birthday to the June bugs and the summer babies. [Hargeisa, Somaliland]