Free at last - and stocked in Tripoli
Tripoli Travel Blog› entry 18 of 21 › view all entries
I guess it is time to try something new this morning - so what about breakfast at the hotel with other people from the tour group? Ok I guess this not really new but it will be the last time it is gonna be breakfast with this group given it is the last day of the trip.
Well after breakfast I start to wonder in towards the old town - but I make a short detour instead of taking the direct route from the hotel. On a map I have seen a spot marked down as the old royal palace. That sounds like a place to go - hence I try to make my way there. I find the spot - or at least I think I have found the spot. Then I walk up to one door at the side of the building and take a look inside just to be told that I can not go in there - ok I go around the building to the front of it.
At the front of the building I meet a couple of men sitting in front of the building - like always there will be somebody sitting in front of the building seemingly without doing anything. I go towards the door and one of the men stands up and greets me - and he starts telling me about the place. It is the university library and he shows me their collection of old magazines from decades ago with important stories of the Libyan history. He shows me a bit around the library telling different things about the place. He tells the story of the building - it is originally build as the house of the Italian governor of
I walk out of the library and take a photo of the building from outside - but I am a bit close to the building and can't get the picture just as I want it. Hence I walk further back and try to get another photo - but now the guards looking out for the son of The Leader have seen me - and they shout no photo. Well I don't feel any desperate need to challenge their decision so I just put my camera away and walk towards the old town. The town is coming to life this morning and wheelbarrows are push around with all sorts of different stuff to be sold somewhere in the market.
After a quick look around I leave the old town and head to a tour agency - I made an appointment because I want to go to an old village outside
It is pretty clear tourism won't take of in
Well after my somewhat disappointing visit to the tour company I walk back to the hotel and say goodbye to the rest of my tour group they are leaving around noon. Then - finally alone - nobody to tell me what to do and when to do it - no more following the leader doing what ever he wants to do whenever he wants it - I am FREE - FREE AT LAST.