Djibouti, a tiny nation in the Horn of Africa, became prominent starting a couple of decades ago because of its strategic Red Sea location. If you have money to spend, there are star hotels to stay at and salt pans to look at. But for backpackers, even the cheapest hotel here can be too expensive. Getting there was an adventure in itself, as we (I had teamed up with two other travelers earlier) had made up our mind to come overland via the rough sand path from the port town of Berbera in Somaliland. More on that later. Djibouti is incredibly hot. While most people were nice to us, there seemed to be some resentment against foreigners because of the large number of countries that have a military setup there. I was chased at one point by a guy who assumed I was from one such base, and at another time during dinner we were alarmed by a crude sign made by a stranger walking outside. My plan was to take a cattle-boat across the sea to the port of Al-Mocha in Yemen. Mocha, the coffee drink, derives its name from that port since it was the most important coffee bean supplying port in ancient times, and as a coffee nut, I wanted to pass through there. But the sweaty daily walks to the Djibouti port were met with a 'I am not ready today. Maybe tomorrow' response by the boatman. Tired of the heat and the expense, I eventually flew out to Yemen.