The airplane that took us there.
Views from the balcony of our room in the guest house. It is located in a more middle-class neighborhood. Many of the people living here had cars. Every house was more like a compound with big metal gates that had to be opened before you could come or go.
The interior of our room. We had a queen bed, a twin and a set of bunks.
The exterior of the guest house (that you can see above the wall).
Our room was on the 3rd floor (the one with the sliding door open).
Entryway into the guest house. As you can see, not a lot of space between the house and the wall. Note the razor wire on top of the wall. And this was a relatively safe neighborhood.
The yard at the guest house. Lots of bubbles were blown here and lots of jump-roping was done. The little building at the back corner is where the guard would sleep.