Winzrik Hotel Tripoli
Ash-Shatt Street, P.O. Box 12794 Tripoli, Libya
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Unannounced Delays
Four weeks later, having backpacked from Benin to Mali, I was back in Tripoli. I had meant to be just changing planes but there was a delay and nobody was telling us why. The huge plasma screens at the airport were no longer showing CNN or BBC World News. The flight delays seemed to be stacking up but then it was announced that a couple of ...
Tripoli : A quelques heures du début de la révolut
Une journée de visite à tripoli. Manque de pot, tu pensais t’être débarrassé de l’inspecteur Gadget mais il reste avec nous toute la journée. Et en plus, on a un gars de l’agence pour nous accompagner qui a 2 de tension. Gentil le gars mais plus habitué à garder ses dromadaires dans le désert. Pendant que les autres prennent leur temps pour se décrasser (et oui, une semaine sans se laver), tu files rapidement sous la douche et tu pars te balader seul à la recherche ...
Ruins, Medinas and Teahouses
... I eventually made my way to Green Square (aka Martyrs' Square) in front of the Red Castle, the medina and the world class Jamahiriya Museum. I was wary of entering the museum as my guide book stated that it was necessary to hire an expensive guide. This turned out not to be true and I was free to wander around wherever I liked. The grand museum is packed full of artefacts from Libya's ancient sites at Cyrene, Sabratha and Leptis Magna, but what visitors seem ...
Feelass of Power
... my trousers while sitting over a hole in the line of stone carved toilets. As he was taking a picture of me on the toilet, a family of Libyan day trippers emerged from the bathing complex. While quickly moving on towards the forum and the market area, I glanced back to notice that the family behind us was also doing their best to recreate the same picture. It seemed to be the thing to do.
Jamal had recently returned from a six month stay in Europe and ...
Oburoni Bye Bye
... on the oburoni hands. Packing up my room is no fun either. Sending a suitcase home with Renee and heading to Europe with just a backpack and my ngoni. I also played Santa for the afternoon handing out Christmas presents to the children. Unfortunately, since there was no class it was disorderly and chaotic (I wouldn't have it any other way). Explaining to some children that I didn't get them anything because they came to school one time in 4 months was a challenge. Especially for ...


