It was my second night in Sana’a and the first night of Ramadan. I couldn’t wait to get to the medina with its jumble of adobe and burnt brick tower houses, icing cake mosques, and sandcastle bastions. >> >>I manoeuvred my 4x4 down into the storm drain that doubled as the main drive into the old town and watched it loom before me in the setting sun, glittering and cracked like a broken, gingerbread jewelbox.
It was my second night in Sana’a and the first night of Ramadan. I couldn’t wait to get to the medina with its jumble of adobe and burnt brick tower houses, icing cake mosques, and sandcastle bastions. >> >>I manoeuvred my 4x4 down into the storm drain that doubled as the main drive into the old town and watched it loom before me in the setting sun, glittering and cracked like a broken, gingerbread jewelbox.
Yemen