After breakfast at the Ras Hotel, we taxied to the airport. I was homeward bound. Back to Sana’a, my home-away-from-home, for an overnight. Then Dubai overnight, Hong Kong and hopefully Auckland thereafter on standby.
The Ethiopian Airlines B737 was chocka to Djibouti but nearly empty for the second leg to Sana’a. The transit in Djibouti was interesting with some ancient and unusual aircraft being loaded. The crossing over the Red Sea was stunning.
Landing at Sana’a airport, we couldn’t find our driver so took a taxi to Bab Shaub to get home. I went out briefly to check my emails and check-in for my flight. I could only check-in as far as Dubai.
The idea was to meet a friend Kristina for dinner at Al-Shaibani and say goodbye. But I couldn’t get hold of her so went by myself, since Marie was unwell again. I also had to take Marie’s ATM card to withdraw money to pay myself for her portion of the travel expenses in Ethiopia. It wasn’t a salubrious farewell to Yemen.
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- At Djibouti airport … old plane presumably flying aid missions to nearby Somalia.
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- Crossing the Red Sea from Djibouti to Yemen.
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- Landfall; Yemen.
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- Landfall; Yemen.
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- The Yemeni highlands.
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- Pointing to Home Sweet Home as we hit landfall … Yemen and sweet Sana’a.
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- That’s the chilly Olympic-sized swimming pool at the Officer’s Club.
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- Sandstorm at Sana’a International Airport.
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- Our neighbours.
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- Our neighbours.
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- Goodbye to my neighbourhood and street.
