Entering the Camp
"Can you really buy a vehicle like this in Mogadishu?"
A Chinese peacekeeper waiting for a fellow soldier to bring the minibus over looked deeply skeptical. Somalia wasn't exactly a tourist destination.
If someone drove a flashy vehicle like this around, it could get stolen at any moment.
Li Bai watched as the door bulged outward, then slid slowly to the side. "I ordered it from the U.S. and had it shipped straight to Mogadishu. I was planning to get settled before picking it up, but it looks like I can put it to use right away."
The minibus that was supposed to take them to the camp pulled up. The Chinese peacekeeper behind the wheel was just as dumbstruck.
With its enormous Type A body and the small trailer hitched behind it, he suddenly felt like the minibus—and he himself—were completely unnecessary.
"Put the luggage in the little one and the people in the big one?"
"Exactly!"
The others quickly made their choices.
With such a comfortable, spacious motorhome available, why would anyone squeeze into that dirty little minibus, covered in dust from top to bottom?
Shen Zhiqing, who had come with the peacekeeping force in search of business opportunities, settled onto the motorhome's sofa. He patted the jade cushion and looked around curiously before saying just one thing.
"Now that's money!"
As a businessman, he knew quality when he saw it.
The others found seats one after another.
The fourteen-meter motorhome had plenty of room for seven more people beyond the driver and front passenger seats.
"Taking this on a peacekeeping mission... Man, that's rich. What were you thinking?"
Xie Jiangyuan, a civil servant from Sanqin Province, clicked his tongue in envy, though he couldn't understand it.
Somalia wasn't a tourist destination. It had no