The morning before the journey home
They say one can find chinese and indian business in any city the world over. I recall
a trekking trip to the deep Amazon where we lived with the ….. tribe, and on the last day we fell upon a Thai restaurant. Jirachais jaw hit the floor and we immediately we were belly up to the table.
On our final day in Socotra, we stopped in the largest town, Hadibu (8,545 population) on the north coast on the way to the airport. There, animal husbandry is the main source of income, and thusthey are tough people. They have to be in such a harsh barren lands.
So I was surprised to meet Raj, a native of Socotra and his friend from Dehli who both operated the only hair salon in Hadipu. After only an hour we became good friends as we found out that we were all fans of Rupaul’s Drag Race. Imagine that, Rupaul screaming; “And don’t fuck it up” from a vintage TV, off the coast of Somalia, in a Yemen war zone, in the dark shadows of Saudi Arabia, and on this most unusual magical island called Socotra.