Since leaving Libya a few months, I forced the EDG to give up the pig roast and liters of wine to the catapult for Italian Easter in the desert. Well, catapult is a big word. Flight Tripoli Sabha Sabha Ghat and then, half an hour and estimated time. Sandstorm on Ghat, needless to say, so we have to stay Sabha, we just started and already we are behind schedule! If it were not that Sabha welcomes us in person the manager of the Libyan Airways and tells us that a brand new bus is waiting to take us to Ghat in 4 hours, just in time for bedtime as they are seven in the evening. Vane and I imagine unison the coaches with a bath and all the comforts and we welcome the proposal with enthusiasm.
We leave the airport and were already loading the luggage on the roof of a van that anyone I've seen in movies in Africa. Now it looks bad return on our steps and you're off. After a knock
now beginning to stop at all petrol pumps Caroseno looking for but not found, but we are not worried about more ... After about two hours I need to go to the bathroom and the driver stops at a restaurant where you order us to eat, too bad that makes the other passengers to wait for almost an hour Libyans. I am sure that only people in Libya are so patient ... After a rest we leave in search of diesel but the gas stations are all closed now that are four in the morning. So they decide to stop and surrender to Al wuinat in a camp for tourists. Sold out! We had to sleep in the bus until the opening of gas stations in the morning if it were not for a nice German lady who, at that absurd in the morning, was leaving for the rally and gave us 40 gallons of diesel fuel. At half past seven in the morning, exactly twelve hours later, we finally Ghat. Sin to expect that there is absolutely none. The staff of the Libyan says it's better not to go to the airport because there is absolutely nothing and takes us to a hotel where there is not even a telephone to call the operator Tripoli. You end up ... in the police station to Ghat, which unleashes an agent to catch the ears prick that we had to wait. Finally we are with our drivers and we go. We are 9 with 3 children, with their 6 1 deficient.
We leave the airport and were already loading the luggage on the roof of a van that anyone I've seen in movies in Africa. Now it looks bad return on our steps and you're off. After a knock
now beginning to stop at all petrol pumps Caroseno looking for but not found, but we are not worried about more ... After about two hours I need to go to the bathroom and the driver stops at a restaurant where you order us to eat, too bad that makes the other passengers to wait for almost an hour Libyans. I am sure that only people in Libya are so patient ... After a rest we leave in search of diesel but the gas stations are all closed now that are four in the morning. So they decide to stop and surrender to Al wuinat in a camp for tourists. Sold out! We had to sleep in the bus until the opening of gas stations in the morning if it were not for a nice German lady who, at that absurd in the morning, was leaving for the rally and gave us 40 gallons of diesel fuel. At half past seven in the morning, exactly twelve hours later, we finally Ghat. Sin to expect that there is absolutely none. The staff of the Libyan says it's better not to go to the airport because there is absolutely nothing and takes us to a hotel where there is not even a telephone to call the operator Tripoli. You end up ... in the police station to Ghat, which unleashes an agent to catch the ears prick that we had to wait. Finally we are with our drivers and we go. We are 9 with 3 children, with their 6 1 deficient.
in the Libyan desert works like this: For the first part of the car at the right time cook, an agreement in place, it makes you find sets, bed or carpet, and ready. Then the party part. For the night goes like this: commuters stay in lodges or fixed fields, others in mobile camps (tent) in the desert, a different place every night. Erection of tents theories abound to us, however, there touched mount it yourself!
addition to drivers, there is a guide. We getting the Tuareg Alhadi. The Akakus is wonderful and offers new scenarios and is always busy too, we meet COMINT of donkeys and camels, donkeys on camel, on foot, by car and even quad!
If one were to judge the caravans as more than two star hotel we honestly do not deserve, in fact, the day after you stop the car, three hours in the desert sun before deciding to abandon accriaturaaaaa! On the other hand, since we are late again, we are "forced" to camp out in a beautiful place. In the morning the creature is already there waiting for us, miracles of the desert.
We are ready at this point in dirigergi to the lakes. Umm Al Maa awaits us and wake up in the middle of beautiful dunes side.
The Cook and Mohamed start this time with us, not before. The Cook said projectile, guide, starts shooting at 100 per hour until it exceeds the dunes and right in front of us, poof, he is a flight and coat! Total panic, I swear, all men rush, women calm the children. Two hours, two, it took to get them out of the car completely crumpled. Two hours of agony, crying with Taher, the prayers of Hussein, Alhadi phone calls. In those two hours is not a dog in the past quelcazzodideserto. And then the miracle. Both are unharmed and we take them to hospital. The drivers want to take the remaining lakes, but not talked about either.
Despite all the problems has been a fantastic trip and we got to laugh, apart from accident, from beginning to end, fortunately. With us, I forgot, there was also a British citizen Barnaby bear, even with expired passport, that the teacher had seen good BabyM buckle before departure. On the last day, I swear I thought, but I'm not that hairy dude brings bad luck?
