Sfax

well my mp3 player passed away a week or 2 back. it was a sad time indeed but it died in its sleep, peacefully im sure. so i am lonely and i often find myself longing for its company and crying out to the god of mechinations... why has thou done this unto me, why...

but, alas, this is the way of all things. Young Chris, a fellow student now running amok with rambo rammy in europe, left all his material (not really but atleast his sonic) possessions in melbourne. and he is an accomplished musician. so why not me? well, its not like i have a choice but i do try and see things in this light. still, when i hear the songs of the libyan sahara i know i will be missing something.

and insha'allah, we will be in Libya this time tomorrow. or atleast fumbling through the border in spurts of terribly broken arabic with Leena and Tim. Leena is also an arabic student so with our powers combined im sure this wont get us much further, seeing as we both know about the same verbs and nouns. tim will stand back and enjoy the scenery along with our attempts in arabic. we will meet our guides on the other side i hope and then we will embark on a whirlwind tour of Libya.

Libya is a big country and we dont have much time to see it all. we will go south, almost to the border with Niger and this will entail long drives there and back to the coast to exit into egypt, all in 10 or so days. will grab a copy of Ghadafi's green book and let you know abut the third path in a couple of weeks.