Bab Al Bahr Hotel Tripoli
Rte. Al Cornice Tripoli, Libya
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Unannounced Delays
... now Libya that was making the headlines. The uprising had already started while I was in the airport and my flight back to London had been amongst the very last to leave. Only a few hours later and I'd have been in Libya for rather longer than a short break.
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Ruins, Medinas and Teahouses
... narrow lanes around this photogenic arch. You can even buy Libya tourist t-shirts at the solitary souvenir shop. I couldn't find the old French Consulate building and nobody seemed to be around at the old British Consulate when I wandered in, but the architecturally similar House of Yusuf Karamanli was open to the public. The atmospheric Ottoman mansion was full of enthusiastic children exhibiting their art work. I was warmly welcomed in and shown around the ...
Feelass of Power
... paying the small official entrance fee, we walked past the closed museum and down towards the huge lump of ornately carved stone that is the Arch of Septimus Severus. The monument can't be dated precisely, but it seems that it was erected soon after the Emperors defeat of the Parthians. The grand arch covered the crossroads on the main street of the city and each of its corners points to the four corners of the compass. It clearly marked the point at which all ...
Riots amd Kebabs
... to be given my proper visa. I seemed to be the only passenger on my flight from Gatwick, that wasn't just switching planes in Tripoli on the way to a variety of destinations in (mainly) West Africa. I had opted to pay another 10 Euros to be picked up at the airport by a driver from the hotel, and sure enough, as soon as I walked through customs (with minimal fuss), there he was, holding up my name on a piece of cardboard. I couldn't believe how easy it had ...
Oburoni Bye Bye
... dress, sweater, and wig. I think she may have been a little off). Had some delicious red red for the last time while Cici went on about how she doesn't want me to go. She also packed me some food for the plane...more fried plaintains. Spent time with my neighbor boys, packed up my room (first time I was thankful for it being an 8x8 box...one quick glance and I knew nothing was left behind), bought some liquor sachets to send to the states, took my last bucket shower, hung out ...


