“What are you doing here son?”
“Trying to get to the nearest town uncle!”
“Get in please”
…
“Are you serious about what you just told me?”
“ummm yes… it’s called hitchhiking”
“You should absolutely not!!!”
…
Riding at 140 km/h, we hear gunshots…
“What the hell is this???!”
“Just keep your head down!!!! You’re in Libya! What were you expecting?!!!!”
…
11am – central square of Tubruq
“Welcome within the tribe of Al-N…, you are under our protection now”
“Any way to get to the north-west?”
“Sorry but no one dares to pass nearby Derna. It’s too dangerous”
“What are my options now…?”
“We won’t let you go anywhere. It’s our responsibility to ensure your safety”
“But till when…?”
“We will never forget what your people did to us 2 years ago. Consider yourself among your brothers, you’re welcome to stay as much as you want…”
…
“So you’re the Tunisian traveler? Let me introduce myself, Colonel… from the Libyan air forces”
“Nice to meet you!”
“I heard a lot about you and your trip since yesterday. That’s inspiring. We concluded that we should encourage you and leave a great impression on your journey in Libya”
“Thanks! but… how…?”
“You may add a chapter in your book
…
<How I hitchhiked an airplane!>”
Runaway 