During Open Worship today (that Quaker thing where you sit in silence and listen to God), an image came, for the first time in a long time. It was an airport, with a series of low buildings, like out of an Old Western, and beyond, a great plain of igneous rock. The rocky plain was clearer than the buildings. And I felt with great strength, that I would go there.
On a hunch, I looked up a couple pictures. This is how the place looked that I saw in the vision. Its the airport of Hadibu, in Suqutra.