Attawfeek Hotel Tripoli

... waste and a sad part of our history. Then on the bus to Cyrene, the site of an ancient Roman city on the coast. The ruins are spectacular there. We visited the temple of Zuess and then the city. The following day I went to Appolonia wich was just as amazing. A 12 hour bus ride took me from Benghazi to Zliten and the following day I went to another ancient city Leptis Magna. - Amazing! The best part ...

On the weekend I was very lucky to be invited to a local wedding (the female gatherings) and also to be dressed in traditional bridal dress complete with gold everything! It was my friend Faisels brothers wedding and the most extravagant one I have been to. On Thursday night my friends (who I was told to invite as it was "my brothers wedding") and I drove across town to a beautiful ball set up ...

So here are some pics of our new house and new dog!! Sorry Meg for this taking me so long to upload. New house was due to a giant mosque which now overshadows our old one and the new dog is because the poor thing was dumped on the farm. Mohammed found him and brought him to us covered in tics and fleas and starving. He said we should keep him as having a dog will keep away the rats and mice - (much to Mohammed's disgust he only ...

Mum and Dad came to visit in November last year for 2 weeks. We kept them busy with trips to Leptus Magna, Sabratha, markets and our kind Libyan friend organised a 2 day tour of the medina! We also had an unfortunate incident with the police, they thought dad was taking pictures of ...

... I understood what was going on - well, I wasn't payng too much attention, it's an advert. The storyboard: man and woman carrying sofa up stairs to a room. Man's hands full, woman take the key from round his neck with her teeth. He opens the door with the key in his teeth. What's missing? Of course, she must pass it to him mouth-to-mouth, hence the need for fresh breath and to use this toothpaste. So much is cut that it is ...

... to let us on board, I found myself wondering - off to Libya, without a visa, what are we thinking!! However, we were met at the plane by our man in Libya and his man from the office and after some standing about the visa was glued in and we were on our way into town. The driving in Libya is pretty dreadful, in fact life in Tripoli is pretty tough on all fronts. I found myself constantly being reminded of experiences from our other 3 postings, but here it was all ...

Our Arabic teacher invited me and 2 other ladies to his daughters wedding. The wedding was interesting experience. The other ladies had been to one before and had advised me to really really dress up, the more sparkles and frills the better so I had fun dress shopping and got the blue one - in the pics. The invite said 8pm, we turned up at 8.30 and no-one else turned up till after 10. It was a bit daunting attending a party where not only do you not speak the launguage much but there is also ...

... and giggling at it like a little school girl. So in honour of B (B, pass me the ball) I have included two very ordinary prawn jokes for your comedic pleasure: The first is just one that I found and think is quite possibly the funniest joke in the world (well, nearly as funny as 'What's the difference between a truckload of bowling balls and a truck load of dead babies? You can't unload the truckload of bowling balls with a pitchfork!). The second ...

Here are some pics of the places I shop at. No David Jones or Rokeby road which makes every shopping trip an interesting, challenging and sometimes just a dirty and tiring experience. Luckily though, when there is a shop keeper around they are very friendly. They usually ask whereIi am from and Australia always gets a very ...

... at him and asked where he was from. He said Indonesia, so I said Salamut Pagi. He looked at me and asked if I was from Indonesia !!! I told him I was a dodgy Aussie, and he was most impressed with my Indonesian. He asked for more. I said Lima. This is all that I can remember from school 28 years ago. He hugged me, shook my hand, swapped email addresses and told me to visit him in Jakarta. I don't think I will tell him I am a Jew boy though !!! Walid had one more ...