July's missing posts

You can find the posts for July here: July 2011

June's missing posts

You can find the missing posts for June here: June 2011

May's missing posts

You can find the posts I've written for may here: May 2011

I am safe and well

Hello everyone. I am alive and well and still here in Libya. We are relatively safe for the moment. There hasn't been internet for over a month. I will update my blog with all the news of the past month as soon as I am able. Thanks to all of you who have posted comments and emailed. I will get back to blogging as soon as I can.

Please continue your prayers for us here in Libya.

While I take this break from work I am busy setting up a packing up and shipping service to help ex-pats who have had to leave all their belongings behind. If you are an ex-pat interested in getting your stuff back let me know by clicking on the contact tab above and sending me an email.

I'll update as soon as I can.

April's missing posts

You can find the posts I've written for April here: April 2011

The internet stopped

The internet stopped at this point and I began writing daily and saving it to post later. March 2011 continues here: March 2011

A normal day in Tripoli

It's some kind of a holiday here in Libya - 2 March; the anniversary of the declaration of Libya as a Jamahiriya in 1977. I'm not going to go into an explanation here, you can find out more if you are interested here. One thing I was sure was that there would most likely be a big long speech. And I was right, of course.

I haven't been out of the house in over a week and I wanted to get out. I needed to refill some medicine, so hubby and I went for a drive. Essential shops were open; pharmacies, grocery stores, butcher's, and bakers which had long lines of people. Most of the vegetable stands were closed - the Egyptians who had previously run them had left. In some areas farmers had parked pick-up trucks along side the roads to sell their produce. The supermarkets were busy, but most of the basic food stuffs are running low. The aisle that had once been full of ladies sanitary needs had only 5 packages on the bottom shelf so I took all five and made a mental note to hunt down more. The gas stations were open and cars were lined up waiting for fuel. The rest of the shops were closed, their green shutters rolled down, some of them with graffiti that had been covered with paint of various colours.

We drove around the city to see what was happening. Women holding shopping bags hurried about with worried looks on their faces. Men wearing green scarves around their necks were busy putting up green flags. Pick-up trucks with oil-company stickers slapped on the sides but without licence plates were parked at roundabouts, doors and windows open to reveal uniformed men with machine guns inside. A huge crowd of people were at the port waiting to board a ship that would evacuate them to safety. Anti-aircraft guns were  placed at various places along the coast road. The weather was beautiful but no one was enjoying the day. The whole atmosphere was weird, it felt as if you were being watched or followed. It felt as though any second something horrible could happen - it felt unsafe.

We arrived home and found the speech in full swing. I put away the groceries and sat down to watch, mostly to see if I recognized anyone in the audience. He droned on and on, repeating the same things he's been saying the past week, from time to time taking a break so the audience could chant slogans (and wake themselves up). After a while I got bored and took a nap. 

I'm getting tired of staying at home. The kids want to go back to school again. Today I said to a friend: 'I want things to be normal again.' and she laughed and replied 'Things have never been normal in Libya!'