A few meters situated from the Gulf of Aden, I spend my third restless night in a row. Locals smash bottles against the outside of my room, stray dogs howl and I fight off a constant swarm of bugs every time I turn in my bed. Morning brings refuge but that’s quickly washed away the moment the sun reaches its apex. How I ended up in this forgotten part of the world is too long a story to tell, but I’ve found refuge in routine. The surprises and small delights have also helped pass the time, though I’ve since grown…