Sabratha and Leptis Magna


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We braved another journey across Tripoli to Leptis Magna. We found a hotel which was a bit more officious; they wouldn’t give our passport back until the morning. The evening meal was the best we’ve had so far. This side of Tripoli is an agricultural area. It has been a struggle both in Tunisia and Libya to get meals like the locals. Once they see you’re a tourist you are asked meat or fish (a struggle for the vegetarian Kathy and Steve) which they fry with chips. But here we got Ramadan to negotiate with the waiter to get us the local stuff. The first time we managed this since a local restaurant in El Kef, Tunisia where John managed to order 3 meals.
Across the restaurant was the ‘Bar’ (no alcohol, just non-alcoholic Becks) were a lot of young locals in big 70’s patterned brown armchairs crowded around the TV for Cham

Wednesday 23rd November. We arrived at Leptis Magna just before the first tour bus. We headed straight to Septimus Severus arch (pictured with our guide Ramadan) and onto the Hadrianic baths (hot, cold and tepid), nymphaeum and onto the Imperial Forum where there are the much photographed medusa heads. At the basilica, two Germans pointed out a stone engraved with MaxBrittanicas and some steps in the roman structure led up to the dizzy heights over the Basilica and view over the Mediterranean. We soon lost Barbara and not long after John, but explored the Old Forum, Market and theatre. From the theatre roof (Lucas and always be found high up on a monument) he managed to spot Barbara. We then went across the beach (nicely silted up Severian port), just avoided the temptation for a swim and our last look at the sea for some time for a pretty exhausting walk to the amphitheatre. Still no sign of John – wondered whether he would crawl out of one of the amphitheatre tunnels. Only Lucas and Steve had energy left to explore. Fortunately it was carved out of the hillside so we arrived at a great view from the top. We managed to find John back at the entrance

Lucas lit our first campfire from the dead wood around, before we retired for an early night. Thursday 24th November.
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