Despite the long "adventure" we'd just gone
through at the Tripoli airport, most of us were still upbeat -- relatively speaking --
and eagerly anticipating our Saharan week. But we were more than ready
for a bit of sleep before our morning departure.
Exiting the airport, we met the men who would be
our drivers for the next week, and we drove to and checked into
dusty Fezzan Hotel -– the last hotel we’d see for a week.
Although it was 3:30am, we still had to fill in the usual Libyan
forms (name, address, passport details, occupation, etc., etc.
Although, unlike our other
hotels, we didn’t have to provide parents’ names!)
When we got
to our room, I noted it was beside a staircase. “Well, at least we’re
near a fire escape”, I said. However, the next morning,
when we took those stairs
down to breakfast, we discovered that the door to the ground floor was locked.
Fortunately, there was no fire while we were there.
That next morning, just a little bleary-eyed, we packed
ourselves into 8 old Toyota Land Cruisers. I was told that one had an
odometer reading over 1,000,000 km … and believe me, those are
rough kilometers! There were also two pickup trucks for meal
supplies. Our drivers were all from the Sabha area, and they do these