When you fly into a country’s busiest airport and it only has 2–5 flights a day, you know you’re in for something different.
Secluded from the world in the Eritrean highlands lies a timeless gem of a city named Asmara. And, like unearthing a precious mineral, discovering it feels like you’ve found something rare, something of value and beauty. Asmara is a unique city, like a benevolent spell that passively guides you into a peaceful state of mind.
More than any place I’ve been to in the world, Asmara is a feeling. Read More