After a short while our driver pulled over to buy some Khat from a roadside shack. Khat is the sustenance of drivers on this trans-national highway, the journey to Addis Ababa taking 3 days. As a stimulant, somewhat like caffeine, it keeps them awake in the 35 degree heat and keeps their trucks on the road.
My boutique hotel for the night was a traditional dwelling of the Afar people, one of three groups that live in Djibouti. Thankful for the mosquito net it was, nonetheless, a hot and restless night.
Sunrise saw the local women releasing their goats and heading to the lake plateau to find pasture and chance for us to explore a little more of this unusual landscape.
Day two saw another five hour drive ahead of us to the amazing Lac Assal. But first we had passengers to take care of. Our first was the mother of Madina, a 6 month old baby girl who need an innoculation. Normally her mother would walk 4 hours to reach the clinic, so it was a privilege to drop her off. En-route we stopped to pick up another lady, carrying a bundle I assumed to be a baby. Soon thereafter this bundle began to bleat and we realised we had a baby goat in our midst.
Lac Assal is the lowest point on the Africa continent at some 156 metres below sea level. The lake is so rich in salt you can float in it.