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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
I walked away from the news of the uprisings being shown on the large flat screened television, during the hotels' buffet breakfast, and set out towards the heart of historic Tripoli. The Sarah Guardian Hotel was far better value than anywhere else that I could have booked through the internet, but it was a bit of a walk to get into the historic old town. There didn't seem to be any buses around and hardly anybody else seemed to be walking. It seemed like everybody ...
Feelass of Power
... Museum in Tripoli - he asked me if I wanted to go to the toilet. This seemed like a strange question to ask as we were in the middle of a huge complex of ruins, but I thought it might be best to make use of the facilities while I had the chance. Jamal led me into ancient toilet area where the citizens of Leptis Magna would all sit in rows to take a communal dump. It was more of a social occasion in those days. Jamal took my camera off me and then urged me ...
Riots amd Kebabs
... were likely to see billboards featuring the apparently melting Gaddafi, and the more likely you were to see them depicting what the people really desired.
Having walked around in the dark for long enough, I bought a Snickers bar at a friendly corner shop, and went back to my room to watch CSI Miami. They were still showing the riots on CNN but I'd seen enough of that kind of thing.
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Oburoni Bye Bye
... anything, I think the visual stimulation was enough to keep them entertained. Having never been in air conditioning, Randolf was asking me where the fans were since it was freezing cold. I did feel a little bad though because I forgot how dark and scary HP movies can be, so Randolf occasionally had to bury his head in my shoulder.
Spent one day running errands to the market to buy some touristy stuff. Also learned how to wash my clothes Ghanaian style. Therapeutic, yes, but ...


