The day of judgement for the bike .... We waited at Ali’s farm for any news on the imminent repair. Ali rang for some photographs of the damage and so we put some on a memory stick and met him on the way to Tripoli. We all headed into Tripoli and had the afternoon looking round the old town, drinking coffee in coffee shops or checking emails at an internet cafe. We met Bashir, one of Hussein’s friends from Ghadames, who now works in Tripoli and speaks good English.
With no news on the bike repair we headed back to the farm for another (free) night.
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