A stop en route on our trip to Ghadames – we had to get an official letter from the Principal asking people to help and not hinder our passage and offer assistance if required.Ghadames mosque.Christina and Lucy in Ghadames.Ghadames – the original inhabitants were moved out by the government when they restored the ancient town and were housed in nasty new buildings, just like happened at Petra!Ghadames was famed for its covered streets.Ghadames the doors 1.Ghadames the doors 2.Ghadames from withoutOutside Ghadames.Ghadames – a garden outside the walls.Traditional lunch in a typical (restored) Ghadames house.Ghadames the doors 3.Ghadames mosque.Ghadames café – it was a remote town which made a living from tolls and services to caravans travelling the Northern Sahara between Tunis and Tripoli.Lucy and Christina in one of the typical Ghadames alleyways.Ghadames outside the mosque.Ghadames garden.Ghadames lunch.Tash and Mollie in Ghadames.Mollie.Outside the old British consulate in Ghadames.The British consulte in Ghadames today – it was formerly a pretty remote posting involving weeks of travel to the nearest city and was not enjoyed overly much by the consuls.How the women lived – never allowed down but got around town on the rooftops and walls, lowering baskets down to the market for shopping.Not much to see here at the former British consulate.The street where the British consulate was.The Allens.Unrestored Ghadames.More beach – and a nice one.Beach.International day.Tash on the beach.Typical beach.Me and Mollie on the beach.Nalut.What Mollie thought of it all.Mollie enjoying sightseeing.Oasis shade.Mollie.Mollie at Sabratha.One of the first paddles in the sea.Nalut.Nalut.Nalut.Olive press.Nalut Qasr – 13th century fortified granary.Nalut Qasr – one of those undiscovered gems of Libya we discovered.Nalut Qasr.Nalut Qasr.He who could not be named.Him.Dave – halloween MC.The Pied Piper of Tripoli – aka Dave AllenRemembrance day service Tripoli.Our street and why a pushchair was a difficult vehicle to manoeuvre.Military cemetery Tripoli – another of those beautifully maintained by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.A Desert Rat.Remembering those who did not return.Remembrance Day.A touching message.After the service the Ambassador invited all those present at the service in the cemetery back to his Residency for drinks and canapés……after two months in the dry country, er… that will be a YES PLEASE!Olive press.Nalut Qasr.Nalut Qasr.Nalut Qasr.Nalut Qasr.
Nalut Qasr.
Nalut Qasr.On the toilet in Sabratha – nice view from the throne room.Sabratha.Amphitheatre Sabratha – good to find some shade.Sabratha amphitheatre.Sabratha-Super-Mare.Sabratha – so empty and atmospheric.Fish detail Sabratha.Sabratha Goddess.Sabratha Goddess and daughter.Sabratha mosaic.Sabratha pornography – cheeky!Sabratha detail.Under the stage at Sabratha.Sabratha detail on the front of the stage.Sabratha sun.On the toilet again at Sabratha.The Empress.Sabratha columns.The Allens – lunch stop en route.A touching note.Back garden of our house.Tripoli back street boys.Tripoli harbour and old town.Tashes ‘brothel’ (bought in Jordan) in our garden.Libyan flag coloured cot.On the way to the shops, where in Tripoli the man in the veg shop always pulled the thorns off a rose and gave it to Mollie. who then always pulled all the petals off on the way home.Yefren – the town.From Yefren hotel.Yefren.Sandstorm.
Stories of teaching and travelling. Mark Twain -Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. Henry Miller – One's destination is never a place, but always a new way of seeing things.
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What a wonderful journey of memories
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