Mogadishu was a beautiful city, and I felt safe there. I walked everywhere I could, experiencing the sites and the sounds and the restaurants throughout the city. I would have taken more pictures there, but I was cautioned against doing by embassy personnel. It was forbidden to take photographs back then.
I always tried to stay at the Hotel Juba when I was in the city. At that time, it was the best place in town. The pool in the back is empty because of the massive drought in 1974-1975, the worst ever in Somalia’s history at that time.