Survived the Libyan Roadtrip

I’ve been on all sorts of roads in various countries, so I’m a seasoned specator to appalling driving. However, over 8 hours on busy public roads in north-eastern Libya was scary. Numerous times we’ve had to come to a screeshing halt, or pull off the road because some idiot is playing chicken with us.

They overtake on blind bends like this – you just don’t know what is coming on your side of the road, they cut in on you after overtaking you, and they stop without warning. Parts of the 8-hour journey was hugging cliff faces with broken barriers – doubtlessly from people being driven off the road and the cliff to meet a rocky end.

In the end, we missed our domestic plane but our Libyan colleague sorted that out -no questions asked- and then my other (British) colleague forgot his passport. In the confusion with the check-in clerk, he got checked in on my name. I returned and checked myself in aswell, so I was on the plane “twice”.