Tonight I was on Dutch television (RTL4). The program EditieNL had an item about Libya as holiday destination. What has Libya to offer when the revolution is over.

One of my experiences of Libya:
We drive in our bus from Tripoli to Ghadames, something like 600 kilometers. Again we have another bus, like almost every day. We are just a small group and use a bus for 50 persons. One of our guides is a pawn of Gaddafi. After two hours our bus was hit by a car and the only thing the driver could say was Insha’Alah, Insha’Alah… We stop at the Qasr of Nalut, a beautiful ancient granary with 400 chambers. We continue to Ghadames and almost at sunset, a ball bearing breaks. The balls are flying everywhere and we can’t continue. Sun is going down, it’s getting cold, but after two hours we got a ride from another bus. Next morning we visit the old beautiful city of Ghadames. Ghadames is a fantastic white old UNESCO protected city where you can get lost easily. Next day we take another bus to Sebha where our desert tour starts. From there we take some 4×4 to enter the real desert far away from the paved roads. Gaddafis man is gone, I think he likes the sacrifice feast more than following us. The next days we drive through the most beautiful part of the Sahara which I have ever seen. We pass big seas with sanddunes, which change colours during the day; white, yellow, red, brown. We visit the rocky Acacus mountains; big rockparts mixed with sand and a lot of rock paintings. It’s cold at night, freezing and every morning we have to remove the ice from our tent. Although we drink illegal alcohol to get warm we celebrate new year to early, at 10 pm. On our last day in the desert we are looking for the salted Ubari lakes. We got lost in the sea of dunes, but the trip is breathtaking. It looks like we enter the lakes from the unusual way. From the top of the dunes we go steep downhill for 100 meter and pass some people who are skiing, which you can hire at the lakeside. On our way to find a campsite we get problems with our car, the smoke comes through the dashboard and we have to leave the car. Next day we fly back to Tripoli and say goodbye to the desert, which is just as varied as our transport.

Click here to see the item on EditieNL.