Rachel Pieh Jones's Archive
Djibouti the Beautiful
Rachel Pieh Jones finds splendor in the Djiboutian desert: “The girl and camel are no mirage. The garbage can’t out-shadow the flowers or the volcano.”
The Mourning Feast
Rachel Pieh Jones visits a funeral in Djibouti: “She returned with a smaller bottle of stronger perfume, smoky like burning flowers and cinnamon, and smeared it with her thumb on the backs of our hands.”
Dust on the Djibouti Trail
Rachel Pieh Jones goes running in Djibouti: “A camel leaped into my path, startled by my footsteps. We eyed each other. She stepped aside, stretched her neck, and nibbled on a yellow plastic bag tangled in a thorn tree.”
The View from Djibouti
Rachel Pieh Jones on the hottest country on earth: “Despite the listlessness of the waves, the winds off the ocean where the Red Sea bleeds into the Gulf of Aden provide a soothing breeze.”
