As you may have noticed from previous photos, there isn’t much in the way of greenery in Hargeisa – no parks, no grass, no trees, no gardens, and no flowers… except what people sarcastically call “Somali flowers.”
By this they are referring to the omnipresent plastic bags, faded from the sun, snagged onto bushes, tumbling languidly across empty lots in the dusty wind, lining the non-existent side walks of the non-existent streets, getting trodden upon and chewed by goats.
Apparently rubbish collection only occurs once every 40 days (we keep a pile of rubbish in our back yard for safe keeping, although we don’t generate much given how basic consumer goods here are). Occasionally you see controlled fires to get rid of the trash. But more likely than not, you’ll just see it turn up in the lot next door…