Three Weeks Left
As some of my readers will already know, in 3 weeks time my contract will end and I will be leaving Libya for the last time.
Naturally, I cherish my time at home in the UK and whenever I arrive back in Tripoli, I start a countdown of how long I have left before I can leave again. HOWEVER, as I contemplate flying out of Tripoli for the last time, I realise I am actually going to miss it!
Where else can the opening of a new coffee shop cause a 2 mile traffic jam?!
Where else can a short car journey to the shops bring such excitement and danger?!
Where else can you live in a house which requires a 2 minute drive to get to the kitchen?!
Where else can you be refused Pizza delivery because your house has no address?!
Where else can I meet such a friendly and generous group of Brits (and Aussies!) who, after such a relatively short time, I can genuinely call my friends.
Only in Libya.
Naturally, I cherish my time at home in the UK and whenever I arrive back in Tripoli, I start a countdown of how long I have left before I can leave again. HOWEVER, as I contemplate flying out of Tripoli for the last time, I realise I am actually going to miss it!
Where else can the opening of a new coffee shop cause a 2 mile traffic jam?!
Where else can a short car journey to the shops bring such excitement and danger?!
Where else can you live in a house which requires a 2 minute drive to get to the kitchen?!
Where else can you be refused Pizza delivery because your house has no address?!
Where else can I meet such a friendly and generous group of Brits (and Aussies!) who, after such a relatively short time, I can genuinely call my friends.
Only in Libya.
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