Lunch Police
How quickly 17 days away from Libya can seem. Before we know it, we're sat in the company death-trap Hyundai, hurtling down the airport road at 180 kph (115 mph) chuffeur-driven by a mad Libyan who screams "Fast, good, yes?" to us, and hangs his hand out the window to see if he can touch the road whilst driving.As is the British way, we sit with a polite smile holding on for dear life.
Finally, after what seems like half the length of Libya itself, we finally reach our turning and are flung to the side as the driver swerves right, barely keeping all four wheels on the road. A welcome sight meets us ahead - a traffic jam - the squeal of our tyres is followed by the squeal of tens of other local drivers following closely behind, all driving in a similar style.
We stop. I open my eyes and see a police van in front of us (there is a footie match in the area later so there are lots of them around). However, there was something odd about this van - instead of being filled with prisoners or police dogs or other officers, it's filled 2 foot high with plasic bags .... or to be more accurate: packed lunches!Apparently, the diet of a Libyan copper consists of one roll, one soft drink and one choccy bar, all delivered by the Lunch Police. There are hundreds of these food parcels, all wrapped in a see-through plastic bag and piled into the back of this police truck! It was Meals-on-Wheels for Coppers!
At least it put the first smile on my face since arriving back. Shame it's an arrestable offense to photograph the police otherwise I would have placed an hilarious picture just below these words. Ah well, you'll just have to put up with my poor Photoshop reconstruction....
Finally, after what seems like half the length of Libya itself, we finally reach our turning and are flung to the side as the driver swerves right, barely keeping all four wheels on the road. A welcome sight meets us ahead - a traffic jam - the squeal of our tyres is followed by the squeal of tens of other local drivers following closely behind, all driving in a similar style.
We stop. I open my eyes and see a police van in front of us (there is a footie match in the area later so there are lots of them around). However, there was something odd about this van - instead of being filled with prisoners or police dogs or other officers, it's filled 2 foot high with plasic bags .... or to be more accurate: packed lunches!Apparently, the diet of a Libyan copper consists of one roll, one soft drink and one choccy bar, all delivered by the Lunch Police. There are hundreds of these food parcels, all wrapped in a see-through plastic bag and piled into the back of this police truck! It was Meals-on-Wheels for Coppers!
At least it put the first smile on my face since arriving back. Shame it's an arrestable offense to photograph the police otherwise I would have placed an hilarious picture just below these words. Ah well, you'll just have to put up with my poor Photoshop reconstruction....
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