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Port Gentil is no ordinary town. That much is clear from the moment you touch down in the small coastal city in the West African nation of Gabon. Next to the airport exit, a gaggle of shrieking, minimally dressed women dance to loud rock on the terrace of a bar called Le Aero Club. "Come fly me!" one shouts down. Instead, I accept a taxi driver's offer of a ride into town — a 10-minute drive that costs $30. We drive past another bar, A Qui La Tour? — which roughly translates as "Whose round is it?" although the driver insists it means "Who am I having sex with next?" There are also several ads for premier banking services, a weather-beaten, 1970s-era hotel offering rooms at $600 a night and a billboard hawking a new model Peugeot ($40,000) behind the slogan: "Don't think about it. Just buy it."
Improbable as it may seem, this unprepossessing town of moldy red-tiled villas surrounded by virgin tropical forest and white-sand beaches was named, a few years ago, as the world's most expensive city. With a bunch of carrots selling for $10, a box of eggs fetching $13 and rent on a medium-sized house touching $6,000 a month, it's still comfortably in the top 10. The reason? Port Gentil is a ville petrolier, an oil town that has drawn rig workers and executives from places as far away as Texas, Aberdeen and Caracas to earn fortunes pumping Gabon's oil reserves — and spend it like there's no tomorrow.

http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1599163,00.html