IMPORTANT NOTE: This article is part of a 12-chapter series on my trip to Africa: Libya was the eleventh country of twelve African nations I visited in December of 2016. It’s best to read the chapters in order, as they build on one another. To see countries number one through six, please go HERE. It’s best to read the stories/countries in order.
The captain let out three Allahu Akbars in a row. My spine tingled. The cabin door had been closed. There was now, officially, no turning back.
There are a million and one chances to bail on a trip, including until and up to, being in your seat on the plane. As long as that cabin door is still open, you’re free to just get up and leave. But once you hear that unmistakeable “ker-clunk,” you realize that you’re now going through with the trip whether you like it or not.
So why Libya? With so many other awesome destinations in the world, why was I going to one of the most unstable nations in the world at the worst time possible? Since Gaddafi’s death, the country has been fighting a civil war between rival militias, making Libya one of the least-safe places in the world. It’s one of the only countries in the world that doesn’t even have an official “government.” So why in the world would I want to go there, now?
The answer, albeit a dumb one: I was just too close not to. I’d booked a 12-country journey through West Africa but because of a flight change, had to re-route myself North, going home through Tunisia…and that was the closest to Libya you could get! Tunis to Tripoli would be like a flight from LAX to Las Vegas. I couldn’t resist at least investigating a trip into Libya! Unfortunately, I have a record of “dreaming it, then doing it.” Yup…weeks later I had my airline tickets, visa and hotel reservation. I was actually going to visit Libya…one of my proudest (or dumbest) WTF moments of my life.
But this was no easy task. Booking a trip to Libya proved harder than North Korea. For obvious reasons, the country had stopped issuing tourist visas altogether. That should have been my first sign not to go, along with The State Department’s warning for all Americans to “leave Libya immediately.” What the f___ is wrong with me? Nope, I found a tour company who’d actually get me a business visa to enter the country. Seems legit.
Weeks (maybe months) later, a bank wire to the tour company, an official invitation by the Libyan Businessmen’s Association, and an application and check to the Libyan Embassy in New York; I was all set to go.
The in-flight meal did little to calm my nerves, but did take my mind off things for a few moments, while I tried to figure out what the cold, cut-up, omelet-like cake was. Turned out it was just that: a cold, cut-up, omelet-cake. Hey, a scared-to-death guy with a full stomach is always better than a scared-to-death-guy with a rumbling stomach. I appreciated the fact that these African airlines fed you meals on such short flights. You had to eat fast; wolf down your food by the time the flight attendants passed back down the aisle to clear your tray ten minutes later.
So yeah, here I was on a flight into Tripoli, ignoring the dozens of signs I’d received not to go during the weeks before. Friends and family urged me not to go. The State Department describes it as a no-go zone, and warns that you’re on your own if you choose to go. What even freaked me out more were the people I met in Africa that sternly warned against going there. Everywhere I went, everyone told me “not now.” The two biggest signs happened in Ghana, where when I checked into my hotel, CNN was playing on the monitors with news of a Libyan hijacking in-progress—on the same airline I was booked on! That was definitely a sign.
Then, at the airport in Ghana (on the way to The Ivory Coast), I approached a passenger checking in for their flight to Libya, and asked their opinion on my trip there. Turns out the guy I asked actually owned an African tour company–so he was an expert–and you guessed it, he sternly told me not to go.
Finally, the night before was actually my original flight to Libya, and I missed it. The plane actually had already left without me, an hour early! How many signs had to happen before I actually got the hint that now maybe wasn’t the best time to visit?
But despite all these signs–big ones, too–here I was, coming in for landing at Tripoli’s Mitiga Airport. Oh, and Mitiga‘s not the main airport…you see the main airport actually got blown up, so all flights are temporarily using Mitiga. Lovely.
The thing that I was most nervous about was getting in and out of the airport. Through my research I’d learned that different “militias” controlled different parts of the country, including the airport. How would they treat an American trying to enter and exit the country? What’s worse is that a couple contacts even told me stories of immigration accusing some foreign visitors of being spies upon entry! After all, what other business would any foreigner (especially an American) have traveling to Libya. Alone. Of course they’re gonna think I’m a spy.
Truth is, I’ve never been so scared in my life. At least when I flew to North Korea there were other tourists on board, and I was visiting under an official government sanctioned tour. This trip, on the other hand, was straight out of a James Bond movie—except I’m not as handsome and have a bad back. What could go wrong?
But, to my surprise, going through immigration was a breeze. In fact, I was the only person in the “Non-Libyan Citizen” line; for good reason! Sometimes, going to unstable countries has its benefits.
After I got stamped through immigration, it’s the second moment of truth: when you walk into the arrival hall of the airport and you’re official “in.” This is always kind of scary in any sketchy country, because it’s the point where you’ve left the confines of a secured area, with strict airport security and uniformed government officials; to be thrust into a sea of locals, including hustlers trying to scam you with expensive taxi rides and black market money exchange deals. It’s like jumping out of a plane: you can’t turn around and you just have to power through it. Now’s the time to put your game face on and look like a local, or at least look tough and pretend you know what you’re doing.
But of course I didn’t know what I was doing. I just knew I had to meet my contact, Salem, and that he was supposed to be standing right there, holding a sign with my name on it. But there was no sign anywhere in sight. I’d braved the Caracas Airport (proudly awarded “The World’s Most Dangerous Airport” title), so I knew not to panic. Just act natural. But of course inside my heart was racing and my inner voice simply saying, “F___, f___, f___, f___.” No one was waiting for me.
I had no other option but just to wait. Taking a taxi into town alone was not an option and I’ve learned in extremely dangerous places like this you talk to no one. When my heart rate slowed just a bit, I pretended to make a phone call while recording video on my phone of the airport.
To make it worse, there was no WiFi, so I couldn’t contact my tour guide through WhatsApp or email. I figured worst case scenario I could just board the next flight back to Tunis. But alas, minutes later, through the crowd surfaced a 50-something gentlemen wearing a Members Only-looking jacket and a sign that read my name. This was Salem, one of my guides, and boy was I happy to see him. We shook hands and then popped up Yousef, my second guide. We were ready to roll.
The first drive into a town like Tripoli or Caracas is always one of great fear and paranoid observation, at least for me. It’s the first look into a new town, and you feel like a cat who’s left his house for the first time, treading lightly and looking around at everything. In the case of Caracas, we hit a roadblock with soldiers toting machine guns the first mile out of the airport. Luckily, our drive into Tripoli was uneventful.
15 minutes later we were parked and I was now standing under The Arch of Marcus Aurelius. Still standing, right in the center of town, I couldn’t believe this marble structure was erected in the year 165 A.D! And I was standing under it, taking selfies with it, touching it…in Libya!
And there wasn’t another tourist in sight. Absolutely incredible. All at once, it was this very moment that reinforced my reason to travel the way I do. Now, the months of doubt and intense paranoia all seemed worth it; the trepidation and fear quickly transformed into appreciation, excitement joy and humility. Sort of a “mouse who got the cheese feeling;” risking life and limb, to finally taste that sweet reward.
For the next two hours, Salem, Yousef and I strolled through the Medina and marveled at the ancient buildings, many of them crumbling before our very own eyes. Yousef was an expert in architecture, and I wish I had recorded his lectures as we walked. He’d note which buildings were constructed by the Italians and which were from the Ottoman Empire. He was genuinely heartbroken that many of these structures were collapsing and beyond disrepair.
Yousef also pointed out that many of the buildings had been taken over by squatters since the war; and that most of the new structures under construction were being built without a permit, or even ownership of the land! People were just putting up new houses and apartments, by their own free will, without permits, zoning, or even buying the lot. There was simply no one to enforce the laws, so Libya is more or less a free for all at the moment. While exciting, this reminded me that I needed to be extra careful and on my guard more than ever. Who’d help me if I got in trouble?
The narrow alleys twisted and turned as we passed locals of all ages going about their day. Unlike Caracas where I was limited on where I could whip out my iPhone and snap photos, my guides gave me free reign to shoot anything I wanted, except police and military, of course. Out of habit, I still asked each time, before snapping away. I’d learned from my trip to Algeria that it’s not a bad idea to take pictures with women in the frame, so I had to time my shots just right. I’d already been scolded at least a half dozen times throughout my journey through Africa, I was getting used to taking pictures quickly and discretely.
Yousef was so insightful when it came to Libyan history and I learned so many new and fascinating things. We passed an old synagogue as we strolled through the old Jewish quarter. Yousef showed me the Jews’ special “exit” out of the neighborhood, through the back. This was all of course, before they were expelled from Libya, and even worse.
Also very surprising was stumbling upon a Christian church that was open for business! Yousef told me that we were so fortunate that it was open; it’s been closed since he can remember. The head priest, David, who had come to Libya from India to run the church, invited us in. I was surprised that Christian churches even existed in Libya, and David explained some of the rules, including not being able to ring any church bells. The churches also were forbidden to display the cross on the building, or even send out printed literature bearing images of the cross. I don’t know what I found more fascinating: the fact that Christian churches could be found in Libya, or that they were forbidden to do normal “church things” like ring the bell or bear the cross.
Next, I was invited inside a mosque, which made me kind of nervous. I’d always heard that only Muslims were allowed to enter mosques, and had visions of getting arrested and hauled off to Libyan jail for being somewhere I shouldn’t. But that didn’t happen…instead I was able to remove my shoes and follow Salem and Yousef right inside, and observe the mosque and all its beauty from the inside. It was really cool!
Next, we strolled over to an indoor market that had dozens of stalls selling gold, then copper, and then a row of hallways selling beautiful textiles. I popped inside a souvenir shop and loaded up on goods. I was out of room in my two small bags, but I just had to bring something back from Libya. I bought some magnets, a beautiful Libyan engraved plate, key chains, a passport cover and a Benghazi souvenir photo book. I didn’t know how I was going to get all this stuff home, but figured if I had to lose some clothes to make room in my bag for my new Libyan finds, I would.
We ended up in the main square, which was pretty busy. I saw lots of families with kids, feeding pigeons and walking about. I felt hopeful seeing some small joys present: a cotton candy salesman and vendors selling balloons and toys. It was nice to see such fun, yet simple things present, in a place that’s been torn apart by a civil war and such uncertainty.
After some more walking and observing the variety of architecture that served as a real-life history lesson, it was time to eat. We jumped in the car and headed over to a local joint for a full table of local fare, including salad, lamb and rice. I was starving and left the restaurant very full. Great food, even better company.
It was almost nightfall at this point, and time to turn in for the night. The guys ushered me over to my accommodations for the evening: The Awal Hotel. I think I must have been the only guest there; I didn’t see another soul in sight. The power wasn’t even turned on until I’d been in my room for a few minutes—everything had been dark. I guess when you don’t have any guests in a five-storey hotel, there’s no need wasting all that power. Yousef and Salem said their goodbyes, and I was left alone, to the confines of my room for the rest of the evening.
It felt weird not going out on New Year’s Eve, but I didn’t even risk walking around the block by myself. Instead I stayed put, and took in hours of CNBC, one of the only English channels available. I never did get the heat working, and stayed under the covers, in my clothes. I had trouble sleeping. I still couldn’t believe I was in Libya.
At midnight there was so much gunfire–celebratory, I assumed–it sounded like a battle was taking place. I finally fell asleep close to 2AM, and was up at five to pack my things, have a couple croissants, and ride to the airport with Salem.
God bless Salem, what a good guy; he bought me a box of Libyan dates as a farewell gift and we had coffee at the airport before saying our goodbyes. I asked him to hangout in case I got jammed up trying to exit through immigration, and he obliged. Both Salem and Yousef were absolute pros and all around nice guys. They were knowledgable, responsive and hospitable, and seemed to genuinely be happy that I was there. They told me that I was their first American tourist since the civil war. They took great care of me, and I will never forget them!
Walking to the departure gate, I accidentally walked right past a checkpoint and got yelled at by a young soldier. Crap! I quickly trotted back over to him so he could check my docs, before he sent me on my way. Way to keep a low-profile, smart guy!
I indeed did get jammed up at immigration while trying to exit. They asked me to step around to the other side of the desk. I did, and they commenced searching my bag. They took everything out. I mean every…thing! From rifling through my toilet kit, to going through all of my documents, the officer–sans uniform–went through my bag with a fine tooth comb. He seemed to really have issue with my bag of souvenirs. He asked what the refrigerator magnets I’d bought were, to which I responded, “Umm, refrigerator magnets?” I wondered if he had any clue what I was saying. It got real when he pointed to the image of a man’s face on the magnet and sternly asked me, “Gaddafi???!!!” He looked concerned/angry/confrontational. Holy crap, my heart stopped. Gaddafi was still a very polarizing and sensitive topic for Libyans. Did I buy the wrong souvenir? Would this fridge magnet be the reason I got locked up? “I don’t know,” I quickly replied. Then he laughed. Maybe he was just goofin’ with me?
He did confiscate my new plastic passport cover that said Libya, telling me that since I wasn’t a Libyan citizen, I couldn’t have it. It was just a souvenir, but I wasn’t gonna argue…take it! He also was having a hard time understanding what my packet of Emergen-C powder was. “Vitamins,” I answered. When he didn’t understand, I answered again, but this time in Spanish. “Vitaminas,” I said. I don’t know what I was thinking, we weren’t in Mexico.
After they were done with my bag, they spent some time examining the pages of my passport and asked where I worked and what I was doing in Libya. “Hello??? I’m ramblin’, duh!”
When the officer excused himself and headed into an office with my passport, I really got nervous. “Here comes the spying accusations,” I worried. But thank God, he came back, gave me my passport, and waved me through. I swear those last five minutes took ten years off my life…talk about tense!
Thirty minutes later it was wheels up and back over to Tunis. I’d done it. I’d really done it. Against the advice of many and a million signs, I’d made it into Libya, and back out. What a beautiful country with such a fascinating history. Let’s pray for the good people of Libya, that they may receive the stability and peace they deserve. I left with so many more questions, so much more to learn, so much more to experience. That small taste just made me hungry for more. I’d love to return someday, and spend much more time there…and buy many more refrigerator magnets.
Interested in visiting Libya? Do your research first, and if you still want to go, contact Sherwes Travel here. Tell ’em Ramblin’ Randy sent you.
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68 thoughts on “Leavin’ For Libya”
Awesome Dub! The picture of the girl in the doorway looking right and left before she exited sound be in national graphic. That, to me, was the most amazing photo. Good capture!
Man, thanks so much!!! I was lucky to catch that. Africa was the toughest place I’ve ever been to, when it comes to taking pictures of other people.
Yet another amazing story, Randy! There is a Canadian travel show called “Departures.” The two hosts actually explored around Libya in Season 2 sometime in 2008. Gaddafi was still in power, of course, but was starting to open up the country to Western tourism. I really wish I had jumped on this opportunity before the Civil War, but hindsight is 20/20. Look this show up on Netflix. You’ll really enjoy the other parts of Libya you couldn’t see this time around. Let’s hope peace and prosperity return to this beautiful country soon!
I’ve seen the show…love it! I’ll have to watch the Libya episode. Thanks for the read Weech. And yes, God bless the good people of Libya!
Haha… You went to Libya and never felt unsafer and I went to Toronto and never felt safer. Talk about opposite ends of the spectrum. Great read, as always. Glad you’re back safe.
Opposite ends of the spectrum, for sure!
I’m very glad that you follow your heart against my advice at Accra Airpot , i’m very proud of Mr.Salem for what he done for you , Libya is Great Nation with great history and what is going on here is abnormal we pray to back to normal.
We hope to see you soon in Libya to visit the other wonderful places.
I was so lucky to meet you Dr. Derar! And I really did appreciate your advice! I hope we keep in touch.
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Thank you for Visiting Libya.
Hey Rajan! How are you doing?!
I just realized your are the gentleman that I met at the church…Hey!!!
What travel company did you use if I may ask?
Sherwes Travel. Tell them I sent you. They handled everything.
That was really great, what an adventure – Salem and Yousef seem like great guys! Tripoli and the ruins close by have been on my wishlist for years. I think I may prep some research and look into going something in the next year. Fingers crossed the security situation stays stable.
Yes, they were awesome. I don’t think they realized what a scaredy cat I was, the whole time. The whole experience was just so surreal. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I have since referred at least half a dozen folks to Salem and Yousef and all have enjoyed. Do let me know if you end up going, I would love to hear about it!
So good to hear all these nice comments about Libya. I believe 2018 will finally be the year that we see big changes in the country which will make your trips relaxed and enjoyable. There is so much history in Libya. Please do get in touch and we will be happy to assist . Randy, I hope you don’t mind me putting forward our website.
It is good to hear all these nice comments about Libya. I believe 2018 will finally be the year for anyone interested in visiting Libya will have an enjoyable and relaxed experience. There is soooo much history in Libya which has been hidden and out of reach for over 40 years now. Get in touch and let us show you Libya ( history, Sand, See and Sun) we have it all… Randy, Hope you don’t mind me putting our company forward. Thank you
Thanks for coming through, Abdo!
Hope you don’t mind.
Not at all, thanks Abdo!
Good to hear such positive comments about Libya. I believe that 2018 will be the start of normality in our country. There us sooooo much history in Libya which has hidden/forbidden to all of us for over 40 years. History, Sand, Sea and Sun. We have it all and look forward to welcome you all. Randy, hope you don’t mind providing my contact to your readers. Thank you
Randy,.I have been reading your posts. Very inspiring. Claro que eu ia começar com os países esquisitos, como você mesmo disse. Tenho ainda muita coisa para ler, mas esse seu relato sobre a Libia é fantástico. I like you.tell about the sensation of arriving at the airport… These first impressions are so intense.
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I saw your post on Trip Advisor forum. Thank you for this story , I enjoyed it very much
I used to live in Tripoli as a child back in the 1980s … and the pictures and videos brought back some memories
Oh wow, that must have been amazing! Beautiful city, I do hope to return and spend some quality time. Thank you!
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I wanna do this in the future ( like within 5 years)! I am a woman. Benefits and drawbacks but Im sure more drawbacks. Any advice?
I think as long as you take the trip with the right organization/tour company, you’ll be good! I think the region may be too unstable at the moment, but they will advise you. This take a lot of planning.
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I enjoyed your Blog on Tripoli, It was most interesting, But may I take another tack,
I worked in Tripoli, Libya 1975 to 1978 helping to commission Tripoli West Power Station. Surprising about 5 years after Ghaddafi came to power in a bloodless cue
The people as you say were very friendly, but did not seem oppressed my job was to assist in the training of Libyans in the operation and maintenance of the plant. Most had had a crash course in English and then had to learn all about a new technology in a alien language took some doing.
After a little while [I had a tan] and could travel around Tripoli on foot with little problems. The used to have celebrations for throwing the Italians out, or throwing the American out, but all lo key and good humoured. I was outside the US Consulate were they chanted against the US and then burnt the American flag, then we all went for a coke-a-cola and a beef burger and fries.
Many flats were completed and most Libyans where housed in these flats and the shanties on the outskirts were finally [a left over from the pre revolution days.
Libyans had access to education and medical treatment and those who had the ability could get schooling outside of Libya, indeed Libyans had one the best standard of living in most of Africa.
Many things were planned to modernise Libya, roads and electrical infrastructure improvements. The exploitation of the aquifers in the south of the country to bring water up from the south was planned. I thought all pie in the sky.
But when I returned some 25 years later, the roads were improved, towns that took days to reach by road we could get there in hours. A further power station was up and running in Homs and the Tripoli electrical ring main was completed bringing mains electrical power to rural villages.
They had even come through the US bombing of Tripoli in 1986 and had issued a series of stamps to mark the event. But the Libyans had no animosity to our party who were a mix of US and UK nationals.
At least one could see where the Libyan oil money had gone, unlike the King Idris regime, little of the oil wealth trickled down to the people.
Whether things will improve after the upheavals of the US led regime change, only time will tell, Saif al-Islam Gaddafi, Gaddafi’s son is in the running for the Presidential elections when they eventually take place. Has Saif did much of the leadership role behind the scenes it will be interesting to see the results.
But I say again I much enjoyed your Blog and I hope you can stay longer next time you travel to Libya, if and when it is a unified country again
Wow, thank you so much for this Peter – absolutely fascinating. What an experience! Any plans on returning?
I have no plans for return again, but I di have many happy memories.
Unlike you [or my nephew] I spent much time working outside the UK, on two or three year contracts. Working in Libya as I have mentioned, but in Nigeria, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Hong Kong and my last contract was in Zimbabwe. It was mainly work, but a few short visits to nearby countries when possible. I was paid well, but I was expected to work with very little play.
Travel then was expensive but paid for by the company. Unlike now with the new generation of widebody jets which have brought the travel costs down, whilst increasing capacity. My nephew like yourself as a bit of a wanderlust, but, unlike yourself, he tends to spend a month, or three in a country before moving on. [30+ and semi retired]
Whilst not traveling as much now [mid70’s] I still travel a bit, but more leisurely up to 4 weeks at a time. The main problem is travel Insurance, look up the price for backpacker insurance if you are over 70. So, I have annual travel insurance which allows me to spend up to 8 weeks outside of the UK at any one time. But to do what you do shoot into the local city and get back and catch the next connecting flight, would frighten me to death.
But I spend many an hour trolling thru YouTube looking at Vlogs. Some are like life good and some bad, but I first look at where I have been and compare it with my experience.
You mentioned Hongkong but only on as a stop over and you plan to stay longer and get the boat to Macau. I have done the boat trip to Macau, but now there is a road bridge and a railway to Macau, But Macau is still worth a visit. The new airport built on reclaimed land is good [I remember watching it being built.] I used to land at Kai Tak Airport which is something I shall always remember.
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