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Where is this? - #3

Here's the third picture in the 'Where is this?' series. This one is much more difficult than the others. If you think you know where it is (or you want to guess) click on comments.

The pictures for the game 'Where is this?' have all been taken from someplace in Libya and are in an area open to the public. The prize for the winner will be the satisfaction of knowing that you had the right answer! - I'll let you know who the winner is.


I think alameen is the winner of round three of the Where is this? game. Congratulations!

The picture was taken by a friend of mine in the basement of a coffee shop (not sure of the name) that is in Zawyat Addahmani across from the Istanbul shawarma place (down the street from Hanna Wedding Salla) in an area called Zaglam.

Stay tuned for the next phase of Where is this? I've got another picture in my mind, but not yet in my camera. You'll have to wait and see what I come up with next.

Two new bloggers

I've got two new blogs to add to the list.

Teresa (Iman), a Mexican-American mother of seven who's married to a Libyan and lived here briefly in the 1990s.Miryam from Malta has a blog called Random thoughts. Teacher, mother and Muslima, she's considering relocating to Libya with her Libyan husband.They're both new to blogging. Go have a look and give them a warm welcome.

Where is this? - #2

This is the second picture in the 'Where is this?' series. Actually, I think this is another easy one. If you think you know where it is (or you want to guess) click on comments.

The pictures for the game 'Where is this?' will all be taken from someplace in Libya and will be in an area open to the public. The prize will be the satisfaction of knowing that you had the right answer! - I'll let you know who the winner is.


More than one of you had the correct answer, but A.Adam had it first, so he wins this round of the game. He said:

. . . this place is near to the Grand Hotel exatly infront of Shir'a Cafe and Restaurant "Maidan Al gazala." you can see the Post office in the picture and the Ancien cathedral.

I took the picture while standing next to the fountain in the middle of the Maidan Al Ghazala. While I took the picture a bus drove in front of me. Here's what it looks like without the bus:

It was another easy challenge. …


I went to the hospital this morning around 10:15 and immediatly headed for the dental out-patient department to find out where Adam was. They told me to go downstairs to the theatre and check to see if he was there.

On the way I met Fatima, a former student who is a phamacist in the hospital. She took me straight past the gaurds and right to the operating room doors. She went inside and came out with the nurse in charge of the recovery room who informed me that they had just begun working on Adam and that she would keep me posted. They said I could wait there. I thanked Fatima and she went off, back to work.

I was only waiting a few minutes and along came another former student, a surgeon, and we chatted for a while and he told me he would make sure everything was being taken care of for Adam. Not long after that came another former student, also a surgeon. One more person to look after us. A bit later came another former student, not a doctor this time, a mechanical engineer, working …

More medical stuff happening

Adam's big day with the maxio-facial surgeon is tomorrow. He's scheduled for surgery in the morning to remove five extra teeth. He has to spend tonight in the hospital.

He was told to come to the hospital at 9pm. In the morning he got up and packed his stuff in a plastic bag. I offered him a small overnight bag but he said 'No way!' and insisted that he just bring his stuff in a plastic bag. 'Ok, it's your stuff.' I told him. He took his bag and went to spend the day at  his grandmother's house. He told me, 'I will get myself to the hospital. Don't come to take me.'

Despite his wishes, I went to my mother in law's house in the evening to accompany him to the hospital. He didn't want me to take him, but I insisted he get in the car. I have been blessed with the most stuborn son! I stopped at a fast food place and told him to get us a couple of sandwiches and something to drink - maybe spending a bit of time together would calm him down…

Where is this? - #1

I decided we all need to have a bit of fun and games. The game is called 'Where is this?' - I will post a picture of somewhere in Libya and if you think you know where it is (or you want to guess) click on comments. The pictures will all be taken from someplace in Libya and will be in an area open to the public. The prize will be the satisfaction of knowing that you had the right answer! - I'll let you know who the winner is.

So here is the first 'Where is this?' challenge. I made the first one super-easy!


Aaaaahhhh! I made it way toooo easy! - Dania's mama Rima said it's the waiting area inside Tripoli Medical Center. Yes - it is. The area in the main entry hall. After she'd posted her guess in the comments Highlander also posted Tripoli Medical Center as her guess, and A.Akram sent me an IM with the same guess - IM's don't count! You've gotta use the comments. So the winner of this round of …
Yusef was standing next to me today and we realized that we are the same height. He's growing up! By the end of summer he is sure to be taller than me. It's hard to believe that he's twelve. . . it seems like only yesterday that I was changing his diapers. hmmmm... I don't feel that old!

More blogs of interest

I've come across a few blogs of interest:

How different can it be? - Ian, an English teacher spending a year here.Sahara Travels - Another female on an adventure, Tanya Locks takes a trip through the Sahara.Me, Myself and I - A Libyan living in Wales.Iron Chapter - A blogger in LibyaI've also added them to my sidebar for future refference. I'll keep you updated on anything new I come across.


The other day I recieved a phone call from one of my friends announcing that her daughter had given birth to a girl. It was her first baby and they were having a 'sboah' in honor of the event.

When I first came to Libya seventeen years ago, 'sboahs' were quite different then they are nowadays - in those days the party began in the afternoon and finished a little after sunset. They served almond drink (rosata) with almond macaroons (ubumbar) and the traditional three glasses of tea with sweets. Then you got dinner - depending on the family or area it could be cous cous or rice. Some families served asida, which is a cooked dough served with honey or date syrup, or you might be served a kind of super-protein mixed bean and meat stew flavoured with fennugreek (called helba).Those days most women came wearing traditional Libyan dress.

Things are different now. The party is often held at a rented party hall and begins after sunset. Every table has it's own pot of tea so y…

the park

This evening we went to the park. There aren't very many parks near where I live. Actually there was an area that was designated as a future park but someone got sneaky and managed to get the land to build houses on it. It would have been nice if it had been turned into a park because it was just around the corner. Now if we want to go to the park we have to drive to one.

Ibrahim had fun on the bridge and going down the slide. The equipment at this particular park is a bit meager. The park at the zoo is better but then it's also more crowded.

There were some boys kicking a football about and a few small children on tricycles and bikes. But for the most part it was pretty quiet. On the way home we got stuck in traffic. It seemed like everyone was out driving around.


There's going to be a demonstration today in The Green Square. I got an email from the US Embassy warning all US citizens to avoid being in the area. I asked Mustafa if I could go and he said 'No!' - he outweighs the embassy I'm afraid. Had he said yes, I would have gone despite the warning from the embassy.

I think what is happening in Lebanon is appalling - what is worse is the US government's stand on the subject. But at the same time I am not glued to the TV watching the massacre of innocent people (including children). I must admit that I cannot bear to watch it.

On the other hand, my husband has become a sofa warrior. He's been watching the events unfold in our living room. He's not in a good mood, crabbing and complaining about everything. All his watching of the news is not accomplishing anything. He sits for hours in the same spot, staring at the TV screen, holding the remote control tightly in his hand.

Last night I took Sara to visit my mother in l…

Keep Libya Beautiful

Should I change my template?

I've been looking at my blog today. Usually I use Firefox and my blog looks fine when I use Firefox but today I was using Internet Explorer and I noticed that the sidebar is out of place, getting moved to the bottom somehow. I think it has something to do with the width of the pictures I've posted. I'll have to post smaller pics in the future (or you could all switch to Firefox and save me the trouble).

Once in a while I look at my blog and feel like changing things. I've thought about changing the entire template and layout, but when I look at other templates I don't like any of them and I really am not that disastisfied with the way mine looks that I want to spend time creating my own template.

I think it's one of those stages you go through once in a while. You know, once in a while you get in the mood to rearrange the furniture or something and it seems to take forever to get it just the way you want it. I probably should go clean out a closet or something to…

Links.... the list keeps growing!

I've stumbled across some interesting blogs and thought I would tell you about them.

Aladdin of Tripoli is a student at a private uni here in Tripoli who started a blog to improve his writing skills. Keep posting Aladdin - I enjoy reading!

The Sultan says his location is Kuwait, but he in fact is here in Tripoli having a good time trying to get the perfect shot with his camera.

Prince Ali is new in town and plans to be here for a while. His blog is a chronicle of his life and work. It's a nice look at the life of an ex-pat who's hoping to get a digital camera in the near future to add pictures of his time here to his blog. Please Ali - get a camera!

I've added the blogs to the list on my sidebar and also added a catagory for Libya searches that covers what Google has to offer as well as a few other searches. I looked at my list of links and I'm amazed at how it's growing. I really need to organize it better, maybe make different catagories or something. I always ju…

An Afternoon in Sabratha

The last few weeks have been really busy ones. Running back and forth to doctors etc. Today we had a nice break in routine. My husband's cousin came for a visit to Libya with his wife (not Libyan) and children. They come every year but amazingly they've never visited Sabratha, so we decided it was time to take them for an afternoon exploring Sabratha.

We started out about 9:30 am and stopped for the morning and lunch at my sister in law's house, as she lives along the way. Then after lunch of traditional Libyan cous cous, we set off for Sabratha.

I've been to Sabratha many times and this time I decided to try to focus on one aspect. I wasn't sure what it would be and thought I would choose when I got there. Our first stop was the museum which houses some of the mosaics and artifacts taken from the Christian basilica.

Huge mosaics are displayed along the walls of the museum.

I think that the museum is supposed to be pretty much a replica of the basilica. On one side is …
Another view from the Theatre Baths.

More from the Theatre Baths. There has been some restoration work on these mosaics but they are open to the elements and something more needs to be done to try to preserve them, especially if we get an influx of tourists to Libya.

This was unusual as it looks so haphazard, most of the mosaics are very planned and this one wasn't.

Next stop. . . The Theatre. Visiting the theatre is a must!

Detail at the theatre.

It was getting late and we had the long drive home. I took this picture as Sara was calling out 'Hey Mom! We're going to leave now!' So I pulled myself back into the year 2006 and we headed for home.

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We wait

I got up this morning and asked Adam if I could be the one to take him to the clinic to have his stitches removed and he said 'No way! Just give me money for the taxi.'

OK, he's being independent. I respected his wishes and gave him money to cover the taxi fare. Off he went and I heard nothing from him for hours. At about noon I asked Yusef if he wanted to go with me to run a few errands and he was more than happy to jump in the car with me. When we got home there was still no word from Adam and I was getting a bit worried.

Finally he came in, slamming the door behind him. No hello, just marched into his room. I did notice that he still had a bandage. After a while he came out and I asked him what happened but he didn't want to talk about it. A 'man' with an attitude! - well to heck with him!

After I came home from work I found him watching TV and asked him what was up. He was upset because they hadn't removed the stitches. He'll have to wait until Thursd…

Slow Journey South

I have another female adventurer with a blog to tell you about today. Paula Constant, an Australian who's been residing in England for the past five years, set out to walk to South Africa with her husband Gary in August 2004. They trecked across Europe and reached Morocco and then hired camels and guides and began their journey across the Sahara.

Paula's husband dropped out near the Mauritanian border and Paula continued on her walk for another six months having manged to make it through 2,500 KM of the desert. She's returning in September to try again and plans to walk through Mali, Niger, Chad, Libya and Egypt on her way through Africa. She's writing a book about her experience titled 'Slow Journey South'.

Click on the image or on this link to visit her blog:

I survived torture today

Work was light today as most students had skipped class to be in front of the TV watching the football match. I had expected it and had some activities that the die-hard students could keep busy with, and while they where busy I slipped away for a few minutes to go have my stitches removed. It was torture and I stopped counting at about 35. I think counting each stitch just made it all seem worse than it really was. Thankfully I survived and went back to work - keeping busy kept me from dwelling on the event.

Tomorrow Adam has an appointment to have his stitches removed. He's really excited about it. The next thing on the agenda will be to buy him a ticket to the US. We plan on sending him to spend the rest of the summer with my family. He'll be travelling alone but I'll probably go toward the end of summer to pick him up and bring him home. This will be the first time that he ever travels by himself and we're hoping he won't run into any problems. Not only will h…

Girl Solo in Arabia

This is a very nice blog! - Girl Solo in Arabia is a blog by Carolyn McIntyre who's travelling from the Moroccan City of Tangiers on the Atlantic Coast of Africa through 47 different countries as she attempts to recreate an epic journey made 700 years ago by the famed Islamic scholar and traveler Ibn Battuta. Click on the image above or on this link:

School days, school days....

I read this today in the AngolaPress: The League of Arab school-teachers in Libya has called its members to exert more efforts toward accomplishment of the educational objectives of the League. - Basically what they are saying is that teachers in Libya are being told to enhance their performance.

When I came to Libya 17 years ago, I was pregnant with my first child. One of my main worries even from the embryo has always been 'What on earth am I going to do to educate any children I might have in Libya?' Good question! I am still trying to figure it out!

When Adam reached the age where he would begin school we seriously thought about putting him in TripoliCollege, which officially has some other weird propaganda name, but is always referred to by everyone simply as TripoliCollege. Its curriculum is in English and was for years basically the only English curriculum school that most expats sent their kids to besides the Oil Company School (OCS). Recently more schools have opened up…

Back to 'normal'

I stayed home from work yesterday getting my dose of the stomach virus, but I woke up this morning feeling perfectly fine. So now the only one left that hasn't had it is Jenna. I hope it passes her by.

Adam had surgery on his forhead to have a cyst removed. It was outpatient surgery and he came home directly after it was over. So now I have to spoil him and make him feel like the prince of the palace - plumping up his pillows and making sure he has juice and junk food. Of course he has total control over the remote contol too.

I took pictures of him to send to his aunt Kris (who is a nurse) but I was only allowed permission to take his picture on the condition that I wouldn't put them on the blog. So I won't - but I'll tell you about him and you can use your imagination. - - He's got a bandage wrapped all round the top of his head - looks like a big lump of gauze over the insision site and he's got a drain stuck in there. His eyes are slowly turning black and bl…

Still here

I've been going crazy, cooped up in the house recuperating. The weather has been awful, even with the airconditioner running 24/7 it still feels hot.

Of course having both legs wrapped in tight elastic bandages from my toes to the tops of my thighs isn't helping. This morning I could stand it no longer and removed the bandages that were encasing my feet, so from ankle downward I feel free. Painwise, I am doing OK, as long as I don't stand in one place too long. But the doctors orders were walking but no standing so that is what I've been doing.

Meanwhile there's a stomach virus going around and one by one my family is coming down with it. Thankfully it seems to only last about 24 hours. So far Jenna and I have been spared but since Jenna decided to take the biggest cereal bowl in the kitchen and fill it to the brim with corn-flakes and sit down an stuff herself, I am sure she will be next to become sick. I have already warned her that if she barfs cornflakes on the f…