Bo and Luke Duke
I try to make this blog a diverse overview of Libyan living but I always keep coming back to the same subject. I apologise in advance and will try harder next time!
It is a good one though!
So we're driving back to the flat at around 11:30pm. Fiona's behind the wheel and we pull up to some traffic lights. A copper is standing at them and when it goes green he walks into the road and indicates the car 2 in front to slow down.
I tell Fiona it's probably best to go round and not attract their attention so we change lanes and go round the slowing car. Unfortunately this had the opposite effect, they spotted us and started shouting, flashing the lights on their cop car and beeping their horn.
I tell Fiona to floor it - this is not the kind of country you wanna be getting stopped by the police and I wasn't really in the mood for handing over cash. Unfortunately the cops in question hadn't had their fill of action that night and started tearing after us like some sort of Dukes of Hazard car chase.
There were no missing bridges for us to jump and escape so they soon caught up and we had to pull over.
Just to make sure, the guy does a little handbreak turn in front of the car to block the road. Now we were in the sh*t - Evading arrest as well as whatever we'd done wrong in the first place. Oh yeah, and our front headlight wasn't working!
As you can imagine, we are fair sh*tting it by now. The copper approaches my window and says something in Arabic. I look confused so he makes a book motion with his hands prompting me to give him Fiona's licence and permission letter.
He takes them and makes a circle motion with his hands, walks back to the car and bombs off like some sort of drag race.
We have no chance of keeping up in our lickle Hyundai. He shot off out of view and about 20 seconds later we see him shooting off in the other direction on the other side of the dual carriageway!
Still sh*tting it but now without a licence Fiona tries her best to find them. Eventually we spot them parked up in their original position next to the traffic lights about half a mile down the road. I feel for my wallet in anticipation of handing over a fair wad (at best) and Fiona pulls the car up beside another copper, who now has her documents.
"Oogli sherben fretish nu nu parabling" He says.
Fiona starts telling him she has no idea what he's saying.
He nods in satisfaction that he has made a very important point, hands back the documents and waves us on our merry way.
WHAT? Answers on a postcard please....
It is a good one though!
So we're driving back to the flat at around 11:30pm. Fiona's behind the wheel and we pull up to some traffic lights. A copper is standing at them and when it goes green he walks into the road and indicates the car 2 in front to slow down.
I tell Fiona it's probably best to go round and not attract their attention so we change lanes and go round the slowing car. Unfortunately this had the opposite effect, they spotted us and started shouting, flashing the lights on their cop car and beeping their horn.
I tell Fiona to floor it - this is not the kind of country you wanna be getting stopped by the police and I wasn't really in the mood for handing over cash. Unfortunately the cops in question hadn't had their fill of action that night and started tearing after us like some sort of Dukes of Hazard car chase.
There were no missing bridges for us to jump and escape so they soon caught up and we had to pull over.
Just to make sure, the guy does a little handbreak turn in front of the car to block the road. Now we were in the sh*t - Evading arrest as well as whatever we'd done wrong in the first place. Oh yeah, and our front headlight wasn't working!
As you can imagine, we are fair sh*tting it by now. The copper approaches my window and says something in Arabic. I look confused so he makes a book motion with his hands prompting me to give him Fiona's licence and permission letter.
He takes them and makes a circle motion with his hands, walks back to the car and bombs off like some sort of drag race.
We have no chance of keeping up in our lickle Hyundai. He shot off out of view and about 20 seconds later we see him shooting off in the other direction on the other side of the dual carriageway!
Still sh*tting it but now without a licence Fiona tries her best to find them. Eventually we spot them parked up in their original position next to the traffic lights about half a mile down the road. I feel for my wallet in anticipation of handing over a fair wad (at best) and Fiona pulls the car up beside another copper, who now has her documents.
"Oogli sherben fretish nu nu parabling" He says.
Fiona starts telling him she has no idea what he's saying.
He nods in satisfaction that he has made a very important point, hands back the documents and waves us on our merry way.
WHAT? Answers on a postcard please....
2 Comments:
Are you sure you were on the correct side of the road?
Maybe the copper took a shine to Fi, and perhaps the circling motion was a reference to her buttocks??
I would have been proper bricking it myself... with everything thats gone on, would it not be safer to walk!!?!
Unfortunately it would not be safer to walk because pedestrians are not an acknowledged entity in Libya.
The pavement is not called pavement, it is called "spare road".
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