Imagine everything you can not imagine
1.2.2004 | Libya
This is one of the slogans Libyan peoples' committee for tourism was using a couple of years ago and it best describes what Peter and I were experiencing during last days. Here we got stuck for so much time, after two hundred metres we got stuck for so many hours etc. This kind of statistics gets boring so we won't bother you with it. I could write that we slept in the middle of white sand dunes, red sand dunes, that we had dinner in the pleasant company of the driver Ebraheem and the guide Hakeem at our campfire, that we made 1.400 kilometres of off-road in six days, that we were admiring 10.000 year old wall paintings, that we enjoyed complete peace and silence in the middle of the desert, that we haven't met a single human being for a few days, that desert lizards and quails let us approach them only a few feet away, that we felt extreme heat (and it's January!), that we climbed dunes that steep that we thought the car would roll-over, that we almost had a swim in salt lakes (the water was still too cold at the end), that we… and so on and on.
Baba Sanfur
31.1.2004 | Sabha, Libya
Climbing and descending the dunes we are listening to Libyan Reggae group Al-musiqa al-Hurra, we are filling ourselves with date-pastry, imported from the U.K., we are hoping that we won't have to dig the landcruiser model '86 out again and we are happy. The photos are nice also, but as I have already written, they can only show you a small piece of the beauty we're facing.
Not for women
30.1.2004 | Sabha, Libya
Technical part of our desert trip will probably be of no interest for the majority of women so there is actually no need to even open this news or to check uninteresting photos.
Climbing the dunes
28.1.2004 | Akakus,Libya - Ljubljana, Slovenia
The travelers managed to dig out the car and are OK. In the afternoon they were already 190 km from the Niger border climbing the dunes with the car. "Incredibly beautiful! " says Tilen ;-) (by Rok)
Pasta, Pepsi, flies and sand, also with pasta and Pepsi
26.1.2004 | Ghadames, Libya
Peter's migraine passed last night; maybe the wet air that pushed him from a romantic spot under the stars, to me inside the Ebrspaecher heated car early in the morning, helped him. The night was ass from a fairy-tale, but we haven't enogh place to describe it in detail here. Come to the Great Jamahiriya by yourself!