Grant wrote:Starscream,
I don't think many PC people got to Eyl as it is off the beaten track and there wasn't a school there. I was there for two or three days, but did not have a camera at the time.
Beautiful place. I have especially fond memories of a small cave-ledge above the beach and watching a troop of baboons play on the cliff face.
There is an enormous amount of water that flows over that cliff and out to sea. It's the full drainage from the Nugaal valley, isn't it? I suppose I was not the only idiot gaal who thought that water should be saved and used for agricultural purposes. There were about a dozen European-style plows someone had brought and abandoned at the top of the cliff.

I wanted to mention its fresh water, which it has plenty of, but I declined out of fear of coming off as too boastful to the other Somalis here.
British military commanders used to call it a magical place, a place you could rest and enjoy its water, tranquility and sceneries. A place far removed from the chaos, anarchy and horrors of the Somali bush of the nomads.
Have you tasted the sweet potatoes Eyl had to offer?