The Wall
Happy New Year Blog Readers.
Well, after a well-earned rest in the wonderful country that is the UK, I am back in Libya for my second stint of four this year.
Thankfully, we were greeted at the airport by our latest Libyan 'fixer' (a guy who allegedly gets things done in a country where EVERYTHING is difficult). Conversation on the trip back to the office was limited to "How are you?", "No understand". I should probably work on my Libyan for this trip.
All was going swimmingly until we arrived back at our lovely flat and found that they had made some alterations....
Basically they had put a new wall in between us and the kitchen. That was it. No door, no new kitchen on our side of the wall; just a wall!
The house is in a long row of houses with a front entrance (ours) and a back entrance (for our colleagues). What this meant was that we had to pack up the food we needed, drive round to the back, cook our dinner, put it in a big pot, jump back in the car and then drive round to the front again to eat it. Later we would drive back round again to do the washing up!
All this, and we only lived 2 inches away through this damn wall!
Forward planning is not a Libyan strongpoint. Things can only get better I guess!
Well, after a well-earned rest in the wonderful country that is the UK, I am back in Libya for my second stint of four this year.
Thankfully, we were greeted at the airport by our latest Libyan 'fixer' (a guy who allegedly gets things done in a country where EVERYTHING is difficult). Conversation on the trip back to the office was limited to "How are you?", "No understand". I should probably work on my Libyan for this trip.
All was going swimmingly until we arrived back at our lovely flat and found that they had made some alterations....
Basically they had put a new wall in between us and the kitchen. That was it. No door, no new kitchen on our side of the wall; just a wall!
The house is in a long row of houses with a front entrance (ours) and a back entrance (for our colleagues). What this meant was that we had to pack up the food we needed, drive round to the back, cook our dinner, put it in a big pot, jump back in the car and then drive round to the front again to eat it. Later we would drive back round again to do the washing up!
All this, and we only lived 2 inches away through this damn wall!
Forward planning is not a Libyan strongpoint. Things can only get better I guess!
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