Chadian rebels and tyres
3.2.2010 | Libyan Sahara
While listening to the stories of the police guys I unwillingly made some parallels with those, hiding behind garbage containers with lasars in their hands. I know not everybody should be lumped together, but what can I do, those 72 kph on one Sunday evening on the outskirts of Ljubljana are still spoiling my stomach. The guys, patrolling Southern border actually don't know whether they will see the next day.
Racing through the desert, bearing a choleric and slaughter
1.2.2010 | Libyan Sahara
Given the fact the truck and I were giving a service, it wasn't all land flowing with milk and honey. Instead honey, jam, smashed fu***** tomatoes, hydraulic and engine oil would flow, all this spiced up with sand.
Pitstop at Kufra and way to Chadian border
28.1.2010 | Libyan Sahara
It took us 6 and a half hours to get over the last 170 km to Kufra. Whom? Mohsen, the cook, destined for... cooking, what else, for the group we were to escort, Majid, in charge for the security issues, and me. Despite the worst road I saw in my life, the spirits in the cabin were high that night. We listened to Serbian Lepa Brena and Miami-based Gloria Estefan.
A race to Tripoli
25.1.2010 | Tripoli, Libya
As I forwarded you a couple of weeks ago, Desert Mobil got an assignment in the south of Libya practically overnight. This is why the days prior to my departure to Madrid turned a nightmare. Thanks to Robert Milič, co-author of the DM and Uroš Spruk, in charge of DM tracking, the truck drove through the customs fence at Tunis La Goulette harbour an hour after I myself landed from Madrid via Barcelona at Tunis airport.