Greetings from Mogadiscio,
Alxamdulilah, we have made it safe and sound to Aden Abdulle international airport in Mogadiscio, the only airport in Somalia, perhaps, that can be mistaken for an actual airport in the international standard.
It took us roughly trying two hours from Galkaio to Mogadishu with a short layover in Cadaado for the purpose of replenishing passengers. We were on board, a relic of an aircraft, of an unknown make and model, (I am quite certain someone on the ‘crew’ would have kindly taken the trouble to share this trifling detail with us, had the damn thing been equipped with onboard announcement device) owned and operated by the recently established, Cadaado based, Central Air.
This latest addition, the cream of the crop, the pride of the industry, if you will, in the already congested Somali air space, should basically be considered yet another piece of junk on a long list of junks from the scrap yards of Ukraine and other old Eastern bloc countries; these once defunct and in all likelihood grounded as unsafe to operate planes, are now nicely repackaged as Dream-Liners of sort and dominate, with impunity it seems, the beautiful Somali blue skies and oddly pass as viable passenger carriers. One more reason why the government should urgently bring back the state owned and operated Somali Airlines.
Why nobody informed us, the passengers of this plane, of the fact that an AC on airplane is nowadays considered a luxury is beyond me. Imagine our dismay, when, on a clear, sun-drenched, very hot April day, we have boarded on this plane and it suddenly dawned on us the damn thing had no functioning cooling system whatsoever! Subsequently the extremely hot temperature inside the plane was so dangerously suffocating (it felt pretty much like an oven, in fact) that it is only with grace of merciful Allah that some ailing elderly man/woman or an infant, has not succumb to the steaming heat and die on route. And to make matters worse, sharing space with thousands of cockroaches, in troop formation, were added to the list of inconveniences we had to endure during this dreadful flight. Needless to say, most of the passengers on this flight were, to put it mildly, pretty much pissed, and as a consequence took collective note to never fly with Central Air again. Surely, friendly skies these are not.
What in the hell is Central Air?
@ the irony of the name of that oven airplane. 
