Marka, a city in southern Somalia, is the trade center of the prosperous Genale Agricultural Zone, with cotton ginning, food and other industries. It has a shipping port, which mainly exports bananas, and there are roads leading to Mogadishu and Kismayo.
In the late twentieth century, it was known as a beach resort, although it had been severely damaged by the Somali Civil War.
The first feeling when arriving in Marka is that the prosperity here is comparable to that of the capital Mogadishu. However, traces of the civil war can be seen in every corner of the streets, and armed forces can be seen walking around on the streets.
Fortunately, the militants here are not bad to the locals. On the contrary, they are the patron saints of the locals. However, the local traders have to pay a relevant amount of tax every month.
The local traders are quite satisfied. After all, it is normal to have someone to protect them and pay a certain amount of tax. This happens all over the world.
The skin color of Li Xiaohu and Huang Bing'er immediately attracted the attention of the armed men wandering the streets. They surrounded them and asked sternly: "Hey, where are you from?"
"We are from China!" Li Xiaohu immediately replied in English.
Upon hearing this, several Somali militants looked at each other. One of them stepped out and asked in broken Chinese: "Are you sure you are from China?!"
"Yes, we came from the capital of China to visit our relatives!" Li Xiaohu nodded.
"Yes, they are Chinese!" The soldier nodded immediately, and then several people said to the two of them: "Okay, since they are friends from China, forget it. Be careful when walking on the street.
Don't cause any trouble!"
"Yes!" Li Xiaohu nodded.
Afterwards, several militants left immediately and continued patrolling. Huang Bing'er looked at the militants wearing beach shorts, flip-flops and carrying machine guns with curiosity, and asked curiously: "Brother Xiaohu, why are they
Why are you so friendly to Chinese people?"
"Haha, that's because most of the goods in Somalia come from China. There are more Chinese people in Somalia, so they are relatively friendly to the Chinese people!" Li Xiaohu laughed.
"No wonder, Brother Xiaohu, how do you know so clearly?" Huang Bing'er asked curiously.
"Because my uncle brought me here many years ago!" Li Xiaohu looked at the familiar scenes here, as well as the faint sunset, which was about to set. The small merchants and hawkers on the street were busy and displayed a lot of cheap goods.
commodities, as well as tropical fruits produced in Somalia. Somalia is indeed famous for its fruits, and it is rich in coconuts, grapes...
The two of them were walking towards the streets of Malka. To the south of Malka, there was a building similar to the White House in the United States. The door was guarded by a large number of soldiers. The soldiers at the door looked well-trained, not that
There are armed men wandering casually on the street. This is the territory of the southern warlord Gold. Li Xiaohu came here this time to find Gold himself.
"Stop, what are you doing?!" The soldiers at the door immediately intercepted the two people and shouted sternly: "If you want to break into the general's mansion, aren't you afraid of being shot?!"
"We came here specially to visit General Gold!" Li Xiaohu nodded at the soldiers.
