Iraqi Kurdistan, October 2018
It threatened to storm as we breakfasted in Erbil. Instead of grey though, the world faded to a dull orange in the Iraqi Kurdish capital. Flat topped buildings stretched to the edge of the city, ending in the reddish murk. I wasn’t sure if the storm was bringing dust or rain.
Some incredible weather followed my friend and I from Sulaymaniyah to Dohuk, stopping at Erbil in between. We’d taken smaller roads to stay inside Kurdish boundaries, as my visa didn’t allow me to enter the rest of Iraq. The relentless sunshine of the first day gave way to this brooding gloom on the second. By the time Erin and I were out of Erbil’s plains and into the mountains, the dust had given way to water, and long lines of rain were falling from a charcoal sky, offset by the brilliant gold of wild grasses.
What a sight.